Bleeding Out Love

You'd probably bang your head against the wall when you read this. Last night, as if I was possessed, I called Yoni and met him for tea. Then we porceeded to more serious talk that ended in a long goodbye kiss (this is really goodbye, I guess). Now I feel like a fool, and worse than that - I have a nosebleed (a sure sign of stress) and a cut that keeps on bleeding. I feel like a murder scene.