Why doesn't it break your heart when I cry?

You know how much it hurts me having to see you leave.

Having the knowledge that I have to count down the days till I will undeniably break down in endless rows of tears.

You know how fucking much I will miss you.

It's not for very long, not even a year but can you blame me? I'm so attached.

For good reason, we're going to be together for exactly a year in 18 hours.

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Perhaps I really am not as important to you as I thought I was.
Perhaps I was only dreaming.
Perhaps I'm just a girlfriend, not the girlfriend.
Perhaps I'm not good enough.
Perhaps you won't miss me, not a little, not even at all.
Perhaps if you ever read this you're wondering, how can she say such things?
It's because this is how I feel right now.

With every alphabet I type, my already fragile heart breaks even further; into pieces so small a magnifying glass isn't able to enlarge it.

It's too hard to be strong....