I feel like you did...
Looking at damn kids and babies and my mind spins. I'll never forget the day you showed me that video... you know the one.
It kind of freaked me out at first and once I really got my feet on the ground and got over it, I thought it was one of the raddest things I'd ever seen, and the idea of it all lit me up... my camera, my head, my heart, and it showed all over my face. Now it just breaks my damn heart. You asked me to open up, grow up, and plan for life.
Life.
I did it, and it wasn't so scary anymore. I was glad to prioritize and think about being a man seriously for the first time. It felt good, and I knew it would be fine if you were going in the same direction I was... the same direction you were going in. I saw a wonderful show of honesty (or so I thought), and newness. God shone through you and you'd never been so beautiful... so absolutely gorgeous inside and out.
Then, within two weeks time, you managed to rip yourself out of this bond... taking huge pieces of me with you and leaving yourself with me. Unfortunately for me, I don't know what part of you I was actually left with, but I do know that you violently took my heart with you... or the better, fresher part of it that had grown and learned to love with selflessness... the one little bit that staved off all the cold and the callous. You took that from me, and I find things racing through my head each and every day that I thought would never come close to consuming me like these have. It exhausts me.

I am growing ever cold again.