28 days. It's been 28 days since you ended us. 28 days since you ripped my heart out and crushed it. 28 days.... And I'm still not ok. I still have this GAPING hole in my chest where my heart is supposed to be. I still reach for my phone to tell you all the things... There's SO much to tell you. I still dream of you.... You haunt me.

I still don't hate you... My heart is still yours. However, I'm SO incredibly angry with you. How is it so easy for you to just disappear, when it's so hard for me to make it even an hour without missing you? Some days the pain and sadness is unbearable.

I understand why you didn't choose me, but at the same time you made me feel like I was disposable. Like I wasn't enough. Like you didn't love me. It's so excruciatingly painful to think that you weren't enough for the man you love.

But at the end of the day, no matter how long it's been or where in at in life, I will always take you back. I belong to you. My heart, tho its broken, will always be yours.

I love you, I hate you, I love you, but I do, but I don't, but I do.