Once upon a time, nobody gave a fuck.

Losing someone doesn’t hit you until you have to do things without them that you used to do with them.

Monday 8:27am I woke up with you on my mind. You called me babe last night — my heart is still pounding. Tuesday 10:53pm Today I realized we won’t work. What we are is hurting her. And I think she matters more to me than you do. Wednesday 11:52pm I broke things off with you today. She barely said a word. I’ve never regretted anything more than this. Thursday 4:03pm I shouldn’t have sent that message. You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it. Friday 9:57pm I almost messaged you today. I didn’t. Saturday 8:49pm I’m walking around town in search of alcohol. They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart. I want to put that to the test. Sunday 2:32am I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before. I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me. I can’t help but wish you weren’t. I thought I was irreplaceable.