It's breaking my heart, and it may never mend

When the vase dropped, the ceramic cracked. That was the end of the story. It went on no more. When I dropped out of his life, my heart kept on breaking without a stop. I’ve tried to deny it, but how do you make the past disappear? I’ve tried to accept it, it only made it worse. Waking up each morning only to find out it's another day.

Is it fate, is this how the story is meant to end?