It feels as though someone has reached inside your chest and taken hold of your heart with a grip that is unparalleled to anything else you have ever felt. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. The pain, so intense, pulses through your body with every heart beat. You wait for the grip to loosen, but it doesn't. You start wondering about the person who coined the term "it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all" because you do not believe there is pain that compares to loss, no matter how the loss occurs. While you're not dealing with loss due to a death, you feel as though a piece of you dies every time that door shuts. There is a small portion of your brain that thinks, perhaps, something is wrong with you, because you shouldn't have feelings this intense. But the larger portion of your brain tells you that this is only further proof this was meant to be. Because if it wasn't, then surely it wouldn't hurt this badly.