It's been months and I still cry myself to sleep at least once a week. I still wake up at night with this crippling pain in my side and it hurts so bad in such an unreal way. I still drink to feel better and I still feel like crap. They say it's better to have loved and lost then never loved at all, and right now, I'm not sure that it is. What good are memories of happy times? What good is knowing what it's like to be in love if at the end of the day, you're still alone? I deleted your number, your facebook, your email, all of our pictures, and you somehow still pop up every single day and remind me that I am alone.
Being alone used to be fine, and then you cam along. Now it's unbearable.
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