With tears rolling down my cheeks in the freezing cold, I saw you kiss her. I keep seeing a flashback and feel the dreams of a life with the only man I ever loved exploding over and over within. It’s like a continuous re-run of a tragic love story from a terrible movie. L.M.

Perhaps this is what the stories meant
when they called somebody heartsick.
Your heart and your stomach
and your whole insides
feel empty and hollow and aching.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez