There was a apart of me that died when it ended. After all the time that has passed that part has never healed, never even begun to heal. Emotions that I should feel I don't, they just slip by. I am unable to cry, only he can make me cry still. I don't think I will ever work right again. I know he didn't mean it and if he really knew how much he broke me it might break him. I told him once and he told me not to say that, not to admit it's truth. Everyday I move on, step by step. This has made me stronger but there is consequences for that strength.