It has been more than a month since he broke my heart. I hate him so much for the things he said (or didn’t say), and the wound still feels fresh. I cry every day. I still love him so much, and don’t want to forget the fun we had together, but this is not healthy. At times I wish I had never met him; my life would be so much easier with out him ever having been in it. But he is. Was. I hate feeling this way. I don’t smile, don’t laugh, and I have no one to talk to about it. So I’m throwing it out there for the whole internet to see.