Last night I picked myself up, picked up the shattered pieces of my heart. Told myself I had to stop thinking about it, no point crying myself to sleep every night. I wish you knew how much i hurt inside, and I think my letter conveyed a portion of that but the fact is, nobody else could ever know your pain. Convinced myself I'm overreacting to the situation. Am I? I don't know. I really don't know. Who am I to judge, after all? I wish I could never have knew it. I wish I could go back to where I was almost a year ago; someone who really trusted and admired you. I love you, but I wish I could say your love doesn't come with a price.