Dear Diary,

After that terrible night, Shyam and I met for a few coffees. At the outset, he remained calm and composed, but inside a thousand honey bees stung him every minute of the day. The pain of the break up was growing on him day by day. Every minute was a new battle to fight and every day was a war collection of many such battles. His mind and heart were constantly seeking validation and love from the external world whereas his pride pulled him within to let go of all attachments and enter an internal shell where no one could enter or hurt him anymore.