Tonight, has been radio silent. For the first time, there have been no calls or text from you. This “new normal” will take some time to get used to. But I can’t help but to wonder. I can’t help but to still care, somehow. After all the things you’ve done to me, I still love you. I had no choice but to walk away. You forced my hand. You live in a world of fantasy while I was here, feet firmly on the ground. This was real. We were real. Your hands wrapped tightly around my neck as it compressed my airways, was and is, real. I loved you. I hate you.