Instead of finishing my nap I stared at a wall and thought about how much I needed to pour myself into you.
Call me delusional, but I would rather spend my time in a happy daydream than angry and sad that reality is being so cruel to me. 
My daydream lets me function like a normal human being and get things done.

...

then something terrible and beautiful happened.

We don't deserve this.

I don't think there is a word yet for the emotion you go through when you and your best friend both have broken hearts together and not from each other.
It feels a bit like bittersweet but far more intense and powerful, and lost but not quite so lonely.