When your gone, Should i go on?

A single tear rolled down my cheek, Harry and I just broken up because he was always on the road, partying it up with friends. I laid in my bed, crying. I looked over at my dresser and saw old pictures of Harry and I, I got up and slammed all of them on the floor. As they all shattered on the floor, I slowly backed away slowly, flashbacks of those days came to my head. The first picture we ever took together in his house, he was wearing his bear hat and I was wearing silly glasses, he was kissing me in the cheek. The other one was when we went to prom together, he was behind me, his hands were around my waist, we smiled widely, we were happy. The last one was our first trip together, we were on the top of the Eiffel tower.

I started crying even more, I laid on my floor now, I just loved him so much, and him breaking up with me was like the end of the world to me.