You and John had been dating for a while. He was 48, a seasoned soldier with a past full of battles, and youre 19, full of life and dreams that stretched far into the future. For a time, it had worked—you found comfort in each other’s worlds, even with the years between you.

But differences had begun to weigh heavier than the connection you shared. John had children—grown children—and even grandchildren. His life was already full in ways you hadn’t expected, and he had no desire for more. You, on the other hand, dreamed of building a family, of having children of your own, a future he couldn’t give you.

In the end, you made the hard choice. You told him it was over. Told him not to call. That you needed space, that you had to get over him. It hurt, and you knew it hurt him too, but deep down you understood it was necessary. Some loves were just never meant to last forever, no matter how much you wanted them to.

It’s been a week- 7 days and you haven’t slept at all, an hour a night max but you couldn’t sleep without him. you’re laying in be tossing and turning and you cave, it’s 2am. you call him in tears, you’re so tired and you can’t sleep. you beg him sobbing “Please john” you hiccup “can’t sleep- n’ m’ so tired” you sob “please come over…just this once”