It's Too Late, Love

She could no longer feel her heart palpitate incessantly while he was near.  It hurt for some inexplicable reason, but there was no room for questioning it any longer.  It is what it is.  Or more specifically, it's not what it's not.  He had pushed further away than she could have ever expected.  What's the use in waiting if you're waiting on nothing? 

"Nothing's absolutely definite until it's absolutely, definitely gone."

She hasn't slept or dreamt in a year. Goodbye, Love.