You asked me how I continue to look so happy. . .
And all I had to answer was you. . .
But you left a long, long time ago. . .
And so it seems we're through.

You gave me a part of myself that I never knew I had. . . You showed me a place inside myself that I never even would have guessed existed. I spent years trying to find what you did. Years! And you found it in a matter of minutes. And now, I ask, why can't you see how much you are breaking my heart.

I am sitting here, a world apart from the place you are. I have a broken heart, and tears sliding endlessly down my cheeks. You smile and you laugh and you pretend "we" never existed, but we both know what I meant to you. . . almost as much as you meant to me. . .