She would always be with me. At least she told me that. And I love her. How can I love her when she hurted me this much? I miss her. I can't tell her that. I want to see her. I can't tell her that. I love her. I already told her that. Why does it matters? She doesn't care about that.
I won't let it kill me this time.

 -Written on September 9th, 2013