Okay we can’t work. I get that. I’m even getting tired of this. I think I’m tired of thinking about what would have been. I’m tired of waking up memories about us. I guess all things must fade in the end, even love. It’s the pain that is hardest to deal with. Breakup itself doesn’t hurt, but the pain it brings hurts as hell. Did I tell you that I’ve been meditating? Yea, Aunt Rachel gave me the idea. Every day for the past one week I take out fifteen minutes to just breathe in and out. She says it will help me make sense of things. I think it’s working. I think I’m gradually letting go of you, of us.