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My heart is breaking in a million tiny ways and a thousand times a day. If I don't think about him, I'm okay. I can function. Then something- a song, a voice, a memory- will pop into my mind and haunt me for the rest of the day. It doesn't help that I dream of him at night. I fall asleep, aching for the solace sleep can bring. But he is always there in the dark and light, falling into the shadows. The heartache is now just a dull ache, a void I sometimes feel in the pit of my stomache. I know he will leave and when he does it will tear me apart. But for now, he's here.