I just miss him.
He made me so happy. I would do anything, anything to get him back. He may be a
douche, he may be a jerk, but I look past that. He's perfect to me. I hate this.. There's just something about him that I can't get over. And honestly, I probably never will. He seriously made me the happiest person on the whole entire planet. When my bestfriend told me he was breaking up with me, my heart felt like it was ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I was heartbroken. I thought to myself, "This can't be happening.. It's a dream. This isn't happening.. This isn't fair." Then, it hit me later that night.
He was gone. Gone.. I thought to myself, "These next few months are gonna be horrible.." and guess what? They have been. They've been complete hell. I've cried so many tears over that boy. I've had so
many sleepless nights because of him. I've sat in the shower and bawled my eyes out because of him. I've had so many mascara streaks on my cheeks, my sheets, my pillows.. because of him. I've sent so many long texts to people venting about how much I miss him, and I've had to stop in the middle of it because my vision was blurry from crying. I've had to wash my face really quick and put makeup on to make it look like I wasn't crying before I stepped out of my room. I've written him so many notes like this, but he'll never get to see them. I've been standing up against the wall, and my knees have just
given out and I fell to the ground bawling my eyes out. I try to hold it in.. I try so hard. As soon as someone says, "What's wrong?" My throat gets tight, my eyes start to water, people hug me, and it
hurts me, s0 much, to know that people actually care, but he doesn't. I've
done everything I can to try to make it better.
It's just not fair.. It's not.