Do I dare ask this three-letter question?

[sweek]

I cried in his driveway for nearly 45 minutes, leaving with nothing more than a tremendous headache; eyes dry as desert sand, yet eyelids soft as a babies bottom; and a heart laying about my car like dead bodies after a war, in pieces all over the place. I'm being terribly dramatic, though my head does ache. Severely.

There should be more to this, but there never is, there never was.

Why?