It’s that dreadful lull in between a long conversation. It takes you to places you never wanted to think about in the course of the dialogue. It also forces you to step back and re-think the impulsive decision you made after heartbreak. You’re scared that you’ll burst if you speak a single word. Then, trying your level best to not lose control, you open your mouth to spell out your anxiety. But you feel the words dissolve in your voice; it that has grown strong over these months. All the right things to stay are stuck in your throat and you hear yourself say in one single breath, “Don’t worry; I’ll deal with it.”
