I had tried to sweep these feelings under the carpet. I soon came to the realization that I had gotten this apartment for the hardwood floors that outstretched the perimeter of the place. Screaming into my pillow,temporarily allowed myself to release the excruciating-mind numbing pain that I’ve held in for the last seven months. I was never one to allow such common hurts to take over my life, but loss of love proved to be different. I sit here alone, allowing the chill of these dark maple floorboards to touch the bare skin under my legs. My body was lost and crying, for every tissue, bone and marrow craved a comfort that was not offered to me. So I lay here, alone, an apartment filled with windows and doors, yet my heart remains trapped in the walls that you had once helped me build to protect myself from this very hurt I’m suffering from.