Me and my first love parted two nights ago. I can barely take it in...
I can't eat, I can't sleep. I havn't stopped crying since it happened, and I can't believe that this is real. The thought of never seeing him again makes my heart ache as if it would die and never be revived. Nothing seems to help. I can't draw, music has lost it's touch...
I often think back on our relationship...at our petty arguments. Maybe...maybe if I tried just a little harder. The thought makes me sick to the core. Maybe it's my fault...I should have done better. I should have tried harder.
We parted without anger...no sharp words. He felt we were too different...too many things needed to change to make it work. But I would change almost everything about me if it meant having him back.
He still wants to keep in touch, and the thought of never speaking to him again sends ice down my spine. But at the same time, listening to him talk to me or others in the most carefree manner..as if nothing happened...it makes me just as miserable.
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