I feel as if I've turned into more than just someone who believes in love. I fell in and out of it, yet again, and this time, my hurt is something not yet comprehendable. It's as if I got so used to being around; so used to sitting, waiting, wishing, that I can't feel anymore. I can't possibly describe to you the logic of what I have done to myself... my heart. It quite possibly left the day my mind did; packed up and walked away, just as he did. I don't quite know if knowing someone can't love you as much as you love them should hurt this much. It shouldn't feel this way. It was all over long before those words were said. I assume my disbelief is what slowly began to creep away the night he said those four words. It would be nice to have a release; not one comes to mind, because it all has a consequence. You would think the right thing would feel better than this.