A tragedy when a mature mind 

and a romantic heart are in the 

same body.

-Nizar Qabbani

We broke up today, this morning officially. I feel as though something has infected me; my stomach turns and twists at the thought of his love no longer. My eyes fill with tears when I am alone with my thoughts. Pressure from peers and adults builds upon me with great ease. I will see him tonight for the last time, lit by the shine of the Dairy Queen sign, tears will flood my eyes as I tell him I love him for the last time. I will grieve a love I know we once had, a time together where I know he cared, told me he loved me every day, and promised he would do anything to make sure we stay together. As my mind trails back to his words, I wonder if it was ever true; this is a secret I will never know. My heart is full of hurt, and I will cry endlessly as I grieve my once lovely boy.

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