I'll be the first to admit that I cried when you left. I cried for three god ****** weeks. I'm surprised my cheeks aren't permanently tear-streaked and red, and I'm sure my pillow is still damp. You broke my heart when you hung up the phone that night, and although I said you were the only one for me, today I saw a cute boy in the book store who smiled at me like I was the only girl there. And even though my heart is in a million pieces on my apartment floor, I'm willing to glue it back together if it means you will stop bothering me in my nightmares.