I woke up, looked beside me and, once again, saw nothing but white sheets. Then the thought came to me. " morning practice " I said to myself.
I pulled one of pats hoodies over my frame. A smile crept to my face as the smell of his cologne filled my nose. I tried to hide everything. To pretend that everything's alright. To pretend that I'm alright. I caught myself frowning at the thought of loosing my love. But I think I already lost him. I wiped the fresh tear off my cheek and walk to the balcony of our home. Cool air filled my face. At that point I let everything out. I whispered with pain " why'd you leave? ". I stormed to the kitchen to eat and cry, like I have for the past two weeks. See my boy-ex-boyfriend of 5 years decided that we should break up. Because of hockey and friends, he wouldn't have time for us. Oh and yeah, I said 5 years. The best 4.5 years of my life. The last couple of months were complete shit. Ignoring me, fighting and crying. After all the fighting I did, I lost him. I lost the best thing that's ever happened to me.
I walked over to our- my T.V. As soon as I turned it on, last nights highlights was on. The Blackhawks played last night. Of course I watched it. He did amazing. As usual.
