heading west

To say that today has been hard is an understatement.  But saying that today has been hell describes everything perfectly.  It's like I've been burning on the inside and it hurts.  I can't seem to make the pain stop and I just sit and wrap my arms around myself and hold on as tight as I can.  With white knuckles, a stream of tears continuously pours down my cheeks until my eyes are so swollen its hard to open them.  It would only take the arms of one person to make my pain go away, to put out this fire burning inside of me.  He could put me back together but he wont.  I think what hurts the most is that he doesn't believe me or believe that he meant so much more to me than he could ever imagine.  But without him I don't belong here, I don't want to be in this place.  So in the words of Miranda Lambert...and I'll grab the wheel and point it west, pack the good and leave the rest, and I'll drive until I find the missing link...