Midnight Heartbreak

3.02 am technically, but right now technicality is not high on my list of things to worry about.

When an illusion you had of someone very loved crashes loudly on the floor, you end up getting hurt. And get hurt I have tonight, in irreparable ways it seems to me.

Why did you do that, love? You broke my heart.

And you really need to learn how to hold your alcohol.