I think about him a lot. I won’t deny that, or my love for him..I wont pretend I am okay. I wont smile, or fake joy because without him I cant seem to find my way through out the days. Yes, maybe I will be okay eventually. Perhaps I’ll get numb to this as the weeks go on by, and maybe a few months down the road I’ll start finding joy again. But this minute, this moment, let me engulf in my own pain, let me mourn this love story that came to an end, let me be. I need it, I need the pain, I need the ache, I need to remember all these feelings for next time. To be prepared, to know that love can actually hurt, far more than anything imaginable. See, physical pain is easy, we forget it soon after but the pain of love, oh it lingers, in your body, mind, and soul. It hits hard on everything that makes you who you are, it makes you question your sanity..so let me remember this, because next time I wont be as naive. Next time I wont wear my heart on my sleeve.