I say it's over for good, and I guess it is, but some things still hurt. Little things.
He's not wearing my necklace anymore. Little thing... but it stings.
I woke myself up this morning saying his name... I still miss him. *sigh*
I'm never going to stop loving him or wanting him back... I wish I could, but I can't.
I wonder if I've hurt him. I am sorry if I have. I really am... but... how much does that mean now? I don't know. I'm sorry anyhow.