• The phone is cold on my ear, probaby from the hot angry confusion I felt.
    Ring, Ring, Ring....
    No answer
    I hang up and think maybe I'll call one more time.
    Ring, Ring, Ring....
    No answer
    I feel it now, but it is not anger anymore.
    I've never felt it...wait I have but this time my cat didn't die.
    So what did?
    I got up to walk out of my room. Then it happeneds, I start to cry. I stop walking trying to compose myself.
    Then more tears come but harder, so hard I fall to my knees.
    What is happening to me?
    This has never happened to me, I'm too strong to feel this way about a stupid boy.
    Yet I'm kneeling here crying, more like balling as if someone I loved died. I guess that might be it because it does feel as if, not he, but the large peice of my heart he ripped from me has died.
    A now empty part of me that will never go away, but it doesn't change how I feel and this amazes me.
    How can I feel so strongly for a person who has done this to me?
    I myself don't know the answer but I know my feelings and they're still is strong as the first day I relizied I loved you, forever.