taxi tears

"Are you alright miss?" he asked me. "I'm fine, it's just a cold". A cold, or my heart breaking more and more for each block we passed. "Alright then" he said and looked back at the road and I sat in the backseat trying to hide my tears falling down my cheek with my sunglasses.    My heart was in pain. This time, no parties or casual dinners with friends could cure the pain I was feeling and I think that hurt the most.