Meredith's Thoughts Volume 3

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It's only been 7 and 16 days since I first talked to him, yet he has changed so much.
Both in how he acts and looks.
He got a little taller.
He got a little stronger.
His face got more defined.
His eyes became... indescribable.

Now I look at him and I just get really sad.
I look at photos and I get really sad.
Depression might be a stronger word, but sadness is the truthful one. Not everyone knows what depression feels like, in fact, that's a different thing than this situation. But everyone knows what sadness is. That's all it is.

Him breaking up with me didn't just strip the "girl" from "girlfriend" in my label.
It took away the hand holding.
It took away the texts.
It took away the facetimes.
It took away the hugs.
It took away the smiles.
It took away his warmth.
It took away "I love you"s
It took away good night.
It took away good morning.
It took away love songs.
It took away his eyes.
It took away practically everything that matters in my world, when he left me weak and cold.

"I miss him", she says; all while knowing he didn't miss her.

So I've narrowed my feelings down to one simple phrase, one phrase everyone can at least understand:

I love Michael, but he doesn't love me back; and it breaks my heart.