I can't breathe. My chest is tight, my breaths are shallow. My heart is absolutely thudding in my chest and it hurts to think. I love my ex. I love him. More than just a case of "first love fever". I don't love the memory of him I love him.
"I'm trying so hard not to think of you that I can't think of anything else."
This is agony.
This is agony.
It's been years. Move on he said. I have. Well, I had. I was over it. I was over him. I was happy with someone else. But now... I love him
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