"...and breaks your heart like a mooothaaafuckaaahh" - IB

Talking to you for about three months straight felt perfect till the day we stopped talking.. I hate it. When I thought that maybe this could be it turned out to be it's never going to be it. Ugh. I don't know if I should regret those months, or be happy that it was good while it lasted? But whatever, I'm going to finally move on.. I'm not going to think about you, or message you, or even acknowledge you.. it just kiiiillss me. I know I can do this.. I can, I can, I can..