Well its been about three weeks since the worst day of my life. She broke my heart so many times this summer and I can still feel the pain almost everyday. I know its over but a very small part of me wants to believe that we still have a chance. But even if she came back, would I take her back? Even I don’t know the answer to that. I’m still so in love with her and can’t imagine being with anyone else yet. Maybe someday ill find someone. Each day seems to get a little easier. I think about her a little less everyday. Except days like today. I just kept thinking about how comfortable it was when I used to cuddle with her. We fit perfect together. I loved holding her. It was what I looked forward to everyday. Today is also the first time I’ve cried over her in about a week which is a pretty long time considering it was everyday at first. Night time is the hardest. I always think about her when I go to bed. I also wonder if she is thinking about me at the same time. Maybe she is. Maybe.
