I promise you this: I'll always look out for you. That's what I'll do...I saw sparks.-Cp

It's like the end of an era, it is. It's one of those situations where you just find yourself winded and not quite knowing what to do. It's just like when all of us, as young girls, listened to the first girl in our class get her period, how much it hurt. We each knew it was going to happen to us, too, and that there was nothing we could do to stop it. It was just the way things were. It's like when we each got "the talk" from our parents long before the opposite sex had stopped being icky. What were we to do with that information? Left without knowing how to feel, I think we all just resumed our paused "Duck Hunt" games (or something akin to it).
It's crazy, and what am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to feel? I can semi-freely say now that I saw the breakup coming miles away, even hoped it would come sooner than it did. But now that it's happened, things are different than I thought they would be. I don't know how to feel, especially considering that I 'don't know' the information I actually do, in fact, know. I want to cry, but tears won't come, since I'm not that emotionally involved, anyway. I want to scream and yell, but even that is more emotion than I feel in reality. I want to knock some sense into the offending parties, the defendants, if you will. But mine is not a place from which I can do that comfortably.
I know I feel something. I just don't know what it is.