3. But Tried To Be Just For You.

Can you die from a broken heart?

She sat at the bar in the kitchen in the same stool she used to listen to his rants about his day, but this time all alone.

She finally gave in to the hunger pains and is now in the stage of eating her feelings, but the numbness of the ice cream doesn't match the numbness of her heart.

Her eyes are finally dry, but that doesn't mean the red bags aren't there. It doesn't mean her heart doesn't clench when she looks at random objects around the house. And it doesn't mean they will stay dry for the whole day, they haven't since he left, why would this day be different?

Her hair is still oily, her body still stinks, but she doesn't care anymore. The only person that cared about her appearance was him, but he's gone, and with him the desire to look pretty.

The mornings are longer now that she doesn't wake up early to do her makeup and hair, matching her clothes down to the socks and perfecting her run-way walk. She only did that stuff for him; to make him happy, not her.

For her the definition of a relationship was to make your partner happy, no matter what.

If he was happy, she could be happy. If he was sad, she was too. And if he was mad, she would pull every trick in the book to make him laugh again. His emotions were tied to hers, but it wasn't the same way with him.

If she was happy, he wouldn't really care. If she was sad, he would rub her back. If she was mad, he was mad too.

That was his definition of a relationship; take care of the woman, but be the man.

Now she doesn't have emotions, her heart a blank canvas. Numb is the only thing she feels as she stares at the note he left for her on the fridge, telling her why he left early and signing it with a heart. A note that was left days ago, the heart promising untold futures.

So can you die from a broken heart?