I just let the best thing in my life end. I just let the man of my dreams walk out of my life.

My in love, just became my in loved.

He said he wasn't in love with me anymore, and that stung. Then I thought about my future without him, and that stung more. I thought about not holding his hand as we walked to class, and not having someone to just be with. I guess it just takes time, but I know I still love him. A lot.

He wondered why I didn't talk about him in here. It's kind of ironic, that now he is my every thought, and I can't tell him that. I didn't talk about my love here because it was too sacred, and there wasn't anyway I could write down how I felt about something so marvelous.

But I can write how I feel now - alone, sad and unloved. I knew I hated the single life for some reason.