Late Night Longing

I just got off my night shift at the diner, feeling pretty low after a rough breakup. I walked home through the empty streets and thought about how much I used to look forward to seeing John, but now all that does is make me ache inside. When I got back to my apartment, there was this box of old stuff from us sitting on my doorstep - everything I packed up when I left a week ago after realizing he wasn't going to change for me. I couldn't bring myself to take it in tonight and just sat out here under the streetlamp trying to sort through all these memories. There's one picture where we're both so happy at this beach house rental that John surprised me with on my birthday, back when we still had hope for us. But now every time I look at it, all I feel is how lost I am without him and what a big mistake staying in was.