no words. no tangible ideas. nothing. just an ache the size of a house deep in my heart.
why do things have to end?
i want to curl up in a ball, cry my heart out.
why do things have to end?
and why do we hang on to things that have little hope of working out?

make my day brighter; smile at me again the way you used to.
talk to me. make me laugh. make me happy again.
why did you let it end?
because i did...

-Stephanie