The heaviest days are those when change is imminent and you’re the last one to change. It’s like the feeling of the last member of a group facing execution, with even the fellow members absent to mourn. Or like the feeling of parents whose children have gone to the other side of the world, leaving them alone at home, staring at the walls. Or perhaps it’s similar to the feeling you get after imagining a longing glance, only to realize that the image was just a figment of imagination and not reality.

I am Jack’s broken heart.