The one that nothing can prepare you for, ever. The one you never really get over. The one that comes out of nowhere and shatters your very being in the blink of an eye.
There are no well-wishers for this fastball or comforting quotes on scenic backgrounds or knitted small pillows that serve no real pillow-function like being used to sleep on or prop up against.
No, this is beyond all that. I'm not talking heartbreak, death, disappointment, any of the usual suspects. I'm talking brushing your teeth watching Access Hollywood about to go to bed and a mouse runs across the floor.
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