The process of breaking a heart hurts. This is where I am. My most treasured, beloved friend ripped from my world. And it seems as though I am the only one who notices, or even cares for that matter. This person means so much to me I could never truly explain to anybody. I look around and see all of my friends, except one...the one I could tell anything and not wonder whether they will still love me. I miss him terribly and no one quite understands. Somedays I feel like just crying (and I do) because part of my heart is missing, and frankly, it hurts. I wish that people wouldn't just act like nothing happened, I wish they would at least try to see what I am feeling, instead of writing it off.

~so in love, but so broken hearted...