Can We Please Just Leave Well Enough Alone?

Please? Because I really was doing okay until you called and drove a knife right through my heart. I just feel like now I have to apologize to you because I unknowingly kept you trapped for two months. I'm sorry. You didn't have to patronize me. I could have handled it.



If my heart wasn't broken before, it is now. Don't worry too much, I'll get over it, and it will heal; but it's going to take a while. Now I have to mend it back together instead of just putting on a butterfly stitch.

I will tell you this much, those six months were the best. They really were. I just wish...it didn't have to be over.