It was a slow Sunday afternoon when familiar music played. Lost, and very much into it I remembered it was our song-- it used to be our song. Used to be.

"I'm so sad, I have to use both my hands to pull off this look."

It's a painful time filled with tears and songs from The Script (the only genre they're good for is breaking up, anyway) and the occasional vacant look because of the hollowness that comes with it, but to wit here are the 3 absolute worst things to consider-- because really, just when you thought "fuck me, it can't possibly get worse" it always does get worse. Then you bounce back. But the point is, there will be worse moments.

Aye, there is no other pain that strikes more true than this. It's when you're only beginning to move on to find out she's already left her feelings in the dust. It's hilarious, in a "this is the 8th time Breakeven has played on iTunes" way.

                                           
It may be because you're emotionally retarded, that your feelings just.. lag. You were fine when it happened, hell it didn't even bother you in the slightest-- but now that the moment has sunk in, you're only actually just beginning your descent to the anus of emotional Hell.

It's not because you didn't love her or that you didn't care, but it's rather that you didn't really know how to feel about it. You were dead inside because the feelings of loss, pain, and regret only sunk in much more later for you, and now that you have all these feelings you just.. crash.

The list is arranged in no order, but this probably should have been at the bottom because it is probably the worst thing to feel in a moment like this. And not much need be said for this either. It is the worst, and most easily understood.
The sadness and unsure-ness of the situation is what kills you. You want to feel better,  but you just don't know how. Do you wait? Or do you walk?

But no matter how many awful poems you've written, or the shit songs you've sang for her she's not coming back. 

Moving on is a thing done by both parties... and, well, moving on is all about turning the next page in your life-- and as human beings are wont to do, both of you will find new people, and this thought will haunt you more than any other.

The moments you've shared, the laughs you've had, the life you used to have with her-- all gone. Worse? Someone else will be filling up the role.

It's a thought enough to crush the most resolute of men.

And that, I believe, is arguably the worst.