I kept telling myself that I have to let her go.

Yet, when she goes out with that guy, I can hear my heart shattering into a million pieces again.

When she went to that guy's house twice, I really wanted to get hit by a car.

Swimming?

She never went swimming with me before.

She never wanted to.

She said it would be just a maple relationship.

It won't be a real one.

Now, I don't think that's true anymore.

It hurts just thinking about it.

Thinking about her doing whatever I have done with her before, with another guy.

Going out to our favourite places.

Eating our favourite food.

Hugging.

Cuddling.

Whispering sweet-nothings.

Taking pictures together.

Holding hands and swinging them.

Everything.

It kills me inside every single time she goes out with him.

It really does.

It kills me even more to know she went to his house twice.

Twice.

Fuck life.

Fuck him.