The thought of what we could have been hurts. It hurts when it’s 6am and I’m getting ready for school. It hurts when it’s 10am and I’m sitting in English trying to read To Kill a Mockingbird, but really thinking about you. It hurts when it’s 12pm and I’m laughing with my friends at lunch pretending like I’m okay. It hurts when it’s 7pm and I’m at dinner with my family telling them my day was fine, even though I spent it missing you. It hurts when it’s 10pm and I’m in the shower trying to remember what if felt like to be in your arms. It hurts when it’s 2am and I’m in my bed and the late night thoughts are haunting me. It hurts me always.