I love him so much, who knew it would end this way. I talked to him last night. I sat with him in my car and talked. I miss him, I miss being with him so much. I miss his stupidity, his touch. I miss the way he twirls my hair in his fingers. I miss playing in his hair. I miss looking in his eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes. I miss laying on his chest and being held in his arms. It's been eleven days since he broke up with me and it's still hard to be around him. All I want to do is touch him and kiss him and be with him. But I cant't. His mother treatened to throw him out the house if he went out with me. Life sucks. I can't even see tomorrow without wanting to be with him. He's on my mind every minute of the day. Everything I do, reminds me of him. Why did Saturday have to happen. I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from drinking. I won't let my hurt show, I'll smile, because it hides everything. I love him still...very much.