And then he just walked away. I felt broken. Not just my heart – but all the tiny pieces that I’d collected over the years to make me into who I was – they were gone – shattered – blown. I was empty. And cold. I wrapped my arms around myself to try and hold the pieces together, but they were sliding down, down through the bottom of my feet. I was melting away. I bit my lip. And closed my eyes. And when I opened them again he was gone. Gone. Completely gone. And the rain came down and washed away all my pieces.