I think I’m out of tears.

I think today is going to be different.

I think I’m tired of being unhappy.

Today’s the first day I found someone else attractive since I met you. Today’s the first day I responded to text message who wasn’t you, but made me smile like you used to.

This is how I know it’s ending.

When I used to be yours–nobody could compare. Now it’s morbid and sick and you feel dead in my heart.

Today’s the first day I didn’t check my phone in hopes of you.

This is how I know it’s over.

This morning was the first time I looked at Toronto apartments–and realized I could never be with someone who didn’t want me in the same way.

I think I’m done, and it’s remarkably refreshing.

In my entire life all I’ve ever been is my heart. Now you’ve left a gaping hole in it and I can’t help but fall apart.

I’m sad. I’m lonely. I’m hurting. I’m numb.

We spent two weeks infatuated with each other. Do you remember? Unable to put down our phones; to not be touching or apart or without.

You took an Uber from your work to me, just for fifteen minutes and a kiss. I told you I was sad, and found you outside with a car waiting. I couldn’t stand the thought of ending the day with you sad.

We broke up for the first time the end of that week. I told you I was too scared, because I knew I would love you too much.

That was the first weekend we spent without each other.

This is the second.

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