A Certain Last Kiss

When she left she broke me. I remember writing to her, You were my confidence. Now, you’re gone. I’ll never be brave again. And I believed it then. The whole world became bland and absurd, daunting even, and I lost interest in everything. If I’d been brave, I would have tried to end my life; but I was not brave. Most morning, I curled up in bed and wished I didn’t have to face the day.