So we broke up.
This time I think it was serious.
I should be relieved. There was a lot that I lacked for that relationship and a lot that he couldn’t understand about me.
I still miss him.
Sometimes it hurts to where my stomach churns. It becomes physical and my chest feels like it’s caving in.
I spent a year and a half invested in him.
At least it was sooner than later.
Every day will get easier. I just have to remind myself that I’ll recover.
I still miss him a lot. I wish he felt the same way.
I am grateful for everything.
Mom said that it wouldn’t work. She’s probably right.
Sadly, when I break-up I have a knack for remembering all of the bad memories.
I don’t want to remember him like that, but that’s my mechanism for coping.
Bye bye, Stupid. I loved you. When I stop loving you, there’s no turning back.
I hope that we can still be friends. I know you’re capable of it, but I’m not.