BROKEN
Sam broke up with me on September 6th... the night before school started. Yesterday would have been seven months. I miss him so much. I've gotten better since it happened;; but there's no cure for a broken heart. It hurts to look at him... We're still like best friends... but it's not the same. I miss my teddybear.. I'm so sad without him. My cousin said she could tell something bad happened just by the sound of my voice over the phone.. I'm so depressed... I cry all the time. He's in a few of my classes.. It's really awkward. I see him and I start thinking about all these memories and then try not to cry. It's so hard to lose the thing that matters the most to me. I still love him.. And I don't think I'll ever get over him. No matter how much time goes by;; there's always going to be something missing in my heart.... And it's killing me.