I think I'm taking this situation well.

Probably the most maturely I could take.

I'm at least proud of that.

But it still hurts.

A lot.

Past me is still in there.

I can feel her screaming.

Seething.

No matter how badly my head wants to hurt you.

My heart won't let it.

That's how much you mean to me.

I just hope that my words mean something.

And I truly hope you understand it all.

Honestly.