So, its been almost a week since the break up. The tears have dried, but I still miss him. I hate thinking that this was a mistake, and I hate thinking this could have been avoided. I hate not getting phone calls at night...I miss his voice. I miss the way he would laugh when I was ridiculous and the way he would smile at me. I miss the way he would tell me he loved me, and I miss being called Sweet pea. I miss playing Skype games with him, and I miss my heart feeling whole. I hate this feeling of loneliness that seems to have no end in site. I miss the way he would hold me at night, and I miss his kisses. There's really not a thing I don't miss about him. I just feel so lost...

I hate thinking he doesn't miss me the way i miss him, I hate thinking he's handling this better then I am. I hate thinking he's already over me and I hate thinking his love for me has already died. I hate the thought that he's found someone new already...actually that thought kills me inside. I hate thinking this could really be the end of this, bc in my heart I don't want it to be. I wish he'd tell me how he's feeling, and I wish he'd give thought to and respond to the letter I wrote him. I especially hate the thought that he may be my 'one' that got away.