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Sunday, April 24, 2011
You can't break a heart that's already broken.
I see your picture on Facebook. You look good. I find myself staring at it. I find myself stumbling across some carefree comments you leave. I find myself being unable to move. I find myself having my heart broken all over again.

I am over him.. Just that, I'm only over him in that way that lets me go on with my life, but not the way that he stops mattering to me, stops haunting my dreams, stops owning my heart, stops me from caring. I find that I can't talk about him anymore, when someone mentions him I make a joke and laugh about it. He's just a story I can't tell anymore. I don't want to face losing you all over again. I just deny and deny and deny, because I just want to forget everything.

My heart is broken into many little pieces, and each and every piece still loves you.

If you're reading this, whoever you are.. Can you tell him for me? Can you tell him that no matter where I'm going next, I just want to tell him thanks for the beautiful memories, and sorry for everything? And please help me tell him that even though I'm clear there's nothing between us anymore, that there is not an atom left of love in him, that despite all that, I still care?

Can someone please help me tell him this? Because I can't. I can't bring myself to tell him, but I find myself dying to tell him.

Strangers, again.





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