Almost single

Don't touch me, I roll into the smallest snail I can form, in the cornerest corner of the room, holding back the deep inhales of running tears. My world fell apart. Ten minutes ago normal, now completely lost, fairy-tale's end dating yesterday, so are my unconditionally, no-matter-what, happy mornings. So what has just happened? I do not love you echoes in my brain. And where is the almost from the title? Well, the decision is mine to take...