I may be over the heartbreak but I'm not over you. I still miss what we had, and I still think about you. But I haven't a clue whether or not I still love you. All I know is that you're my past, and Jon is my present. I know I need to get over you, and need to move on. And you do too. The fear of loving no one as I loved you, or never loving again is one that needs to disappear. Because you hurt me, you gave up what we had, you broke my heart. YOU don't deserve a sweet soul like me. Maybe you did once before but not anymore. You and I could never be like we were, no matter how much you hope. I shut you out for about a month, and for that month I'd felt happier.....and I should have kept you out, I should have ignored you. But now I've let you back in, I talk to you again. Even though I know you and I only really have our past to talk about, our shared missing, and little else. Why did I let you back in when I need to just let go? I shouldn't have.....and now I regret it. I think I let you in because I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to comfort you still.....though I needn't do either...you're not my boyfriend anymore, you're not even my best friend because we don't, even hang out or talk on the phone. Yet I've sacraficed some of my happiness for yours....even after everything you put me through, all the hurt, and such.