Sometimes, when I think about him, there are physical pains that come with the emotional hurt. I get aches in my stomach, it feels like my heart stops beating, and it gets really hard to breathe. And sometimes, I don’t want it to stop, because that’s when I relive every moment, every little smile, every touch, every kiss…everything…that made me love him. I know that things could never work between him and I but that doesn’t make me love him any less. He did a lot to hurt me but what most people don’t realize is that he did a lot to love me too. I just wish I could tell the difference
