Her.

shes out there, somewhere. is she thinking of me like i am still

thinking of her? I only wish i could understand why i wasnt enough,

why she did as she did.

I do have the faint idea why: i broke her heart for a day, but she chipped mine 

away slowy every day. i knew we were happy though, i knew we were in love despite

it all. But i let her go for a day and that day became longer each day and seemed to

start the decay.

I dont know how to feel good again when the perosn who knew me the most, more

than anyone else, more than i know myself, can no longer stand to be with me.