I'm not okay. Sometimes I pretend I am when I'm out with friends and they ask how I'm doing. I say, we broke up but it's okay I'm fine. And smile. When they want to know why, I just tell them that things weren't meant to be. And I go on with my day. I pretend I am when my mom asks if I heard from you. I haven't obviously. I tried to text you a few times, Asking if you are okay, but I either deleted the message or got a short reply. You don't want to hear from me. I just miss you so badly, I'm so far from fine. SomeSometimes things aren't meant to be, but boy do I wish you'd give me another chance. I don't know how to go on without you.
