The door closed behind him, and I let out a sigh. It was not a sigh of relief, nor one of regret. It was simply a physical reaction to watching a significant part of my reality walk away. Look at him, a part of my mind said. Look at the way he shoulders through the doorway. How his hips move. How his shadow falls. Look at the way his hair tumbles in the draft caused by him walking away. How he...

I have a tendency to cry whenever I think of you.For every time the tears run down my face I feel a little piece of me falls with them.How can anyone live like this? With the prospect of eventually losing everything and everyone they hold dear?It feels as though I am coming to grips with my own mortality and I cannot handle it. Life is too fragile and too painful to live to the fullest because...