You have stolen my heart.

A thick, deep, constant pain in my chest around where my heart is. This is what we call heartbreak. Throughout my short 21 years, I've had the unfortunate opportunity to experience several forms of heartbreak. The death of a loved one, the loss of a first love, the loss of additional loves, and the disappointment of failure of oneself, just to name a few. The current stabbing ache in my heart comes from a new kind of heartache for me. The loss of a best friend, due to physical relocation. I've had very close/best friends move away before, but both those times were different, they were within an hour or two's drive. This time it's a plane ride. This time it's a continuous move. It's a never knowing where they'll be next, never knowing when I'll be able to see their face, hear their voice. This time it's Percy. Telling me he's joined the Navy and leaves at the end of January. This time it's him finally telling me I'm one of the few people he trusts after a year of trying to prove to him that I am trustworthy. Tonight was the most important night of our relationship. I was just getting to think after an awesome night of things being exactly how they used to be with our friendship and hanging out, that I was emerging into a new, better, healthier, and happier phase. I was wrong. It's been ripped out of my hands, before I could fully grip it. Like a poor child given a Christmas present; the very thing they wanted. The child opens the present, prepares to play with it, and it is taken away forever. I was on the verge of bliss. Bliss got pushed over a cliff. Hope of furthering and strengthening a friendship, and spending tons of new time with my best friend, my P Boy, soon to be over until...well only God knows. That's what has broken my heart today. Happy Christmas, Jenna.