The hardest thing to do was letting him so he could be able to love another. What I didn't get was the fact that he cried. I felt like a part of him broke. I felt like a part of him still loves me. But at least he's happy with another... doesn't text me back whenever when I thought we could still be friends... I let him go... because I still love him. And I know a part of me always will. Now I'm smiling... why am I smiling??
I still feel he still loves me... like I'm still in his heart and that he's "trying" to go out with the person he's dating. I feel like he'll come back. I... I'm happy for some reason... At least he's happy, right?