[Making out on the couch]
Him: Do you have protection? Sorry, I totally forgot to bring some.
Me: Yeah, one second [runs to the other room]
*crashing sounds*
Him: Um, everything OK in there?
Me: [Furiously strapping on my shin guards] ONE SECOND
It's ok to mourn someone who didn't end up being who you thought they were, to grieve for someone who may never have existed. It's ok to mourn the life you thought you could've had. It's ok to mourn the pieces of yourself you lost along the way, to mourn the person you used to be