This is how a heart dies.

First, it gets shattered into many pieces, then the bleeding pieces will hurt damn fking bad for a period of time you feel like dying. The pain is directly correlated with how much of you you had placed with them.
Every waking moment drags into forever, because the memories, still fresh in your mind will not let you go, they hold you hostage, hostage to torrents and torrents of emotions.

 You cry, you cry everywhere and anywhere, because it feels like a loved one had died.
It IS exactly like a loved one had died, that loved one you once knew and believed in, now gone forever. Their sudden absence hits you like a truck, especially if you didn't see it coming.
So for weeks, you'll always be on the verge of tears and the slightest trigger sets you off.

Not only that, when you try to sleep, it is intermittent and very disturbed, disturbed by flickers of hope and of missing them.
Ridden with insomnia, and the occasional anxiety attacks, it seems like all you can do to make it stop is to backtrack to set it all right again, because that is the last happy place you went to. The place where your heart was still full, the only one in your recent memory.

You forget, always forget that it was that very same place that tore you to shreds.
But of course, you can't go back in time, fortunately so, because you don't know yet that you are in denial.

You try to find reasons for them for a long time, and oscillate between being guilty and blaming, shaming yourself. But slowly you figure it out, and you know what is the core of the problem, what started all these. It was because your limits were obscenely breached.

A small turning point comes.
Something occurs that makes you realize out of nowhere, you CAN be happy without them.
You'll realize it suddenly, a feeling you didn't expect to feel at all, and it is more than welcome.
 Try as they might, nobody will be able to make you realize it but yourself, their words of concern will come at you, but will slide off you like raindrops on glass.
 You know they truly mean well, you are grateful, you wish you can believe them in that moment, but it just refuses to register.

Then, a bigger turning point comes.
When the bleeding starts to slow down, you can see better through your previously blinded eyes, of how they have been treating you all this while, and how they are still treating you. And also how fast they are moving on. It will be funny when you realize all along, you thought wrong about your importance in their life.

Left with nothing now, you will be forced to face what you have become, what's left of you. All these weeks of holding on and struggling has taken a toll on you, they've even taken on physical manifestations now. just go and look in the mirror, or feel the aches and weakness that has taken over your entire being.

You've actually been taking care of yourself all along fine, but somewhere along the way you lost your way. It didn't matter, because they mattered more. Until they leave. And suddenly you realize you are free-falling through an endless void, with nothing to grasp on.
Oh the feeling. It rivals the most painful things on earth. And there's no anesthetic for it.

You realize that you are physically unable to continue, your body can't take any more, and mentally you are at the point of breaking.
You still care, you still love, you still feel and miss them. But you are unable to do it as before anymore. You are sick.
That will be the point of time when you realize you are able to summon a slightest amount of indignation at the whole situation.

So you throw all you have, all the pieces in a last effort at them, already knowing they wont give half a shit, they already chained up their doors to block you out. But you do it anyway.
Because you don't want anything left here, you need to get rid of the mess that your heart has become..

The time will move, arduously slow as it is, it will keep moving.
You will still relive the good moments occasionally, and the breakdowns will be unrelenting..

But one morning, you will be so tired, so numb, so dried up of tears, you realize that this is it. It is no longer in your capacity feel any more.
Because how can a dried up well produce any more water, and how can a heart that is completely dead still bleed?