It's day one since you told me you want to try just being friends.
I got drunk last night and no amount of alcohol was enough to drown it out.
I have never experienced melancholy quite like this. I'm still very much in love with you. I think I always will be.
My mind is torn between so many thoughts and feelings. Pain, anger, sadness and despair. Mostly despair.
I don't want to watch you fade from my arms, but I can't stay away, so it seems inevitable.
I am coming apart at the seams.
I've known rage, I've known pain, but I've never known heartbreak quite like this.
I feel like part of me has died and I'm mourning myself just as much as I'm mourning you.
I have so much to say to you, but the words that I need to express myself have not been invented yet. And so I am trapped in my own silence.
I am speaking to you of irrelevant things right now and your replies are far between - I guess that's what it looks like when you let go.
I am not ready to let you go.
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