We screwed it up in a second. I'm sorry for that. But I still can't understand how come we didn't make it. How come we didn't solve the problem and kept going. With the good intentions but the wrong words everything falls apart. The thing is that you didn't see my heart, you only saw my mouth. And when the heart speaks louder, it's absurd not to listen to it. Not sayin' it was your fault, but it would have helped if you'd had more empathy or something. It's been a while since the last time we talked, and everything seems so insignificant. But deep inside, believe me, it hurts. It does hurt.

Written in July 2012