If it doesn't break your heart, it isn't love
If it doesn't break your heart, it's not enough,
It's when you're breaking down with your insides coming out
That's when you find out what your heart is made of...
- Switchfoot's "Yet"
Well, it finally happened. I knew it was coming. The breakdown. The point when it all just became too much, when the stress had finally built up to such a point that it came out in the form of tears streaming down my cheeks and snot running out of my nose. The point when reality set in and that reality scared me.