Day One: I’m seconds away from cracking in front of my mother, but she asks me how we’re both doing and I lose it. I empty everything I have into her arms. I could be smiling in your presence, but I’m here sobbing in hers. You left, and there’s nothing I can do.
Day Two: He walks past me, as if I’m a total stranger. How could what we had be completely ripped away from me so fast?
Day Three: I’m sitting in class, trying to concentrate but my mind is racing. I can feel my face grow redder and my eyes start to tear up. One single thought of you brings back memories of you, ones that we will no longer share.
Day Four: Who said this was easy? I’m a mess. You fucking messed me up in every way possible. I just want to scream. You make me so angry, you make me furious with myself. You made it easy for yourself, so why did you have to make this so hard for me?
Day Five: 12am and I’m laying here by myself reading our old messages. Stupid little girl, silly stupid little girl. He hurt me so much, why am I doing this to myself?
Day Six: I’m out with friends trying to get you off my mind. It’s working. I think of you often, but at least I’m with people who deserve me now.
Day Seven: Big deep breaths. I see you in the long halls of school and I just look and walk away. I once knew you as someone unique, but there’s nothing special about you anymore.
I remember writing this while I was under a great deal of heartbreak. I’ve moved on now but this just shows that it takes time. Your heart will heal. I promise. (via d-efinition