When things could be different

It's late, and I'm awake, and I'm wishing right now that things were different than they are. I'm sad about the end of my relationship. I wish that I could write something funny or witty or even relevant to your life right now. About the bar exam, or my travels up and down the East Coast. I've seen lots of things that would be fun to write about. But I can't do that tonight.

Tonight, I can only say that break-ups are hard, and complicated, and that I am profoundly sad about the end of my relationship in the deepest parts of me.