And I still dream about you. Reliving our break up, over and over again. I hate that I’m waiting for you. I really wish I wasn’t. Life would be a hell of a lot easier if I wasn’t in love with you. I refuse to be the one to break our silence. We agreed that this wasn’t a bitter break up, that we loved each other and wanted for both of us to be happy. It’s great that just a few hours later you hurt me way more than I thought you ever could. I’m still in shock, 29 days later. Don’t know why I’m waiting but I am. I love you.