I'll get over you. Even though you were the only one I've ever cared this much about. The only one I said "I love you" to, and meant with all my heart and soul.

Gawd all these cliches and one last one as a clincher: I'll pick up all my pieces, I will, eventually. Even though it hurts so fucking bad now. Even though we're both too fucking proud to ever give in on this one issue which finally broke us.

I don't know what to think anymore. But I'll get by without you. At least the pain is sweet, and it reminds me that I'm alive, it reminds me that what we had was real.

Who am I kidding. Of course I want to get back together with you. I love you too fucking much, that was what was the matter. I loved you. I love you. So, so much. I don't what to do now. I don't know what I can do.