this is only day number two since you broke up with me. it feels like it's been years and years already; i've lived and died so many times. i've seen so many other ways it all could have been. you say it's not me, it's you. i believe you, but why? you don't need to tell me the truth anymore, cuz i'm not yours. evidently, from what someone who knows you said, you stopped caring or started to stop no less than 2 months ago. 2 months. when i think back... all the times i said, "i love you" and you seemed to pretend not to hear, or you'd mutter it, almost sounding ashamed. why didn't i just see? how i could not have seen? it's been only two days. jesus christ.