I didn't think it was possible to feel happy and scared and confused and nervous and excited all at the same time. Then I fell in love.

Everytime I think about you, it makes me hurt more and more. There is not a second that goes by where I'm not thinking about you.

I know that you are only a part of my past, and the sooner I am able to convince myself of that, the sooner I will be able to start living in the present.

I think it's time that I finally let you go. Now, all I have to do is try to break the news to my heart.

I just wanted to say thanks. Thanks for breaking my heart into a million pieces and then walking all over the pieces. Now I know that you never really cared about me in the first place, so thanks.

I am hurting so much right now, and it's all because of you. I know that the second I hear your voice though, I will smile and all of the pain I'm feeling will suddenly go away. It's funny how that works.

I keep imagining that you will come back to me, that you will magically want me in your life again. I know I have to face reality, though. I just wish that reality didn't make me feel so lonely.

I keep thinking that any moment, you are going to call me, and I will be able to hear your voice. I must have been crazy to think you actually cared.

What you probably don't know is that every time I've talked to you since that day, I pray that you will go on talking forever, just so I can hear your voice for a long enough time to get me through until the next time I get to hear your voice.

Why did you lead me to believe that you had a future planned for both of us when the only thing you had planned for the future was to break my heart?