The Melancholy of Ruby Paulson

And so, I'm getting there.
What is it called... you know.. when you like a person, and you tell him, and he's ok with it... but he's "trying" to like you?
Well whatever it's called, it isn't exactly an awesome place to be.

There is no dreamy romance with the puky, cheesy dialogues..  no random notes telling you how much you've been missed... and life is normal.

There are no meaningful "i love you"s.. and when there are, it only leaves you puzzled.

But this dull ache.... It's something that won't leave you alone even when you're asleep.

This is why physical pain is better. You can sedate it when it gets too much for you.
You can bandage the wound, and put in some medicine.
You know that however huge the gash, it will heal, and in considerably little time. You know that physical wounds don't take years to heal, unless they be broken bones.

But what do you do with a heart that bleeds? how do you make it stop? How do you not feel the pain?

God, help me.