losing love is hard. you woke up to the sight of their face every day. their name was the last thing on your lips every night as you fell sleep. now you spend every moment wondering how many months, years you’ll spend seeking them in every person you meet, in every hand you hold. youre thrown back into the world, it is not the same place that you left when you snuggled into the one you painstakingly built , who do you share your silly jokes and trivial everyday gossip with? who do you share your secret language with. how do you go back to being human again?