After the breakup.
Him: we'll still talk, we're still friends, right?
Me: yeah..of course..haha
It hurts so much to talk to you like nothing is wrong. It's tough to have to force myself to get back into reality, the reality that it's all over. We've been through too much..the highs and the lows. I guess I'm still in denial as to why we didn't conquer the lowest of the lows. It's so tough to try and talk to you like normal, because I don't want to talk to you in the way that I talk to everyone else. I miss you. But I can't tell you that, because you've moved on. You've even found yourself someone...dare I say..more fitting of a girlfriend...so why should I keep talking to you? Keep hurting myself deeper and deeper? Allowing myself to spiral into hopefulness only to be left in complete disappointment. As if there was a replay button for heartbreaks. That's because I completely, with all my heart, miss you. I miss so much of what was, I'm so blinded by it all that I can't seem to even keep my life straight. I have to persevere, try so incredibly hard to suppress my true feelings to settle with being just your friend..why did I let myself get into this mess..why is this even happening..I need to get a grip.
