Well. Here I am. Here it is.

I am the complete opposite of a cliched heartbreak state.
I can sleep just fine. Food has never been a problem.
The past couple of days I've been able to keep it together, staying busy, staying involved, gotta keep moving, can't stop, won't stop.
When I tell people about the breakup, they look at my curiously and with hesitancy, as if I am going to fall apart in the transmission of information. But I just give them a melancholy look, force a smile and say, "I'm okay."
"What happened?"
I can't answer that question fully yet. How the hell does one decipher the unfolding of a relationship?
I wish I had a simpler explanation.
"He/I cheated on me/him". "He/I fell out of love with me/him".
But I am so very, desperately still in love with him. I think he feels the same way.
So why the separation? Well, it's complicated.