dying inside

everytime i think about us i cry.
everyday..every single day, i remember your mail. it makes me cry.
there is nothing i can do to stop myself. i cry because it hurts.
it hurts to know that there's nothing else i can do to make everything ok.
much as i want to make things better. fix things. i know you don't want to. not anymore.
you've given up on us. and there's nothing more i can do about it.
i love you more than anybody else i've ever loved.
i guess this is how it is. how it'll be from now on.
i'll have to satisfy myself knowing you are there to talk to me..to listen to me.
thank you. even though we just play at times and not talk.
thank you for making your presence felt.
i don't want you to think that this is just a girl thing.
no. this isn't just a girl thing.
this is the first time i've ever felt this way.
i've never felt so hurt before.
i'm dying. dying inside. it's killing me. this pain is killing me.