Well, it's over...

Well, it's over now. You walked away from me at the airport, and that was the last time I saw you. I had a bad feeling about that day. I feel empty now, as if I have vomited every last bit of my insides. I am skin and bones now. I hate eating. It reminds me too much of us - our nights out at our favourite restaurant, or just ordering pizzas and eating them on the bed together watching television. It would pain you to see me in this state. You would force me to eat, to get stronger, and to manage my life in your absence.