Monday, I am in love. But it's Thursday now.

Today, you have left for a brighter path and you'll be physically gone for a (subjectively) short while. I thought my worst heartbreak came from a lying jerk, but it turns out that the truth from someone I've loved so dearly can be so much worse. I thought that your honesty would give me a satisfactory closure, yet it just broke me more than anything had before. But, a closure is still a closure, and I hope you find what you're looking for, and I hope you fulfil your promises to God. 

I can't bring myself to hate you, nor detest you or blame you, and I think I never will. But I only half-want you to know that, because I want you to know that you're so beautiful but you are so very broken. Perhaps we all are.

For now, I need to be restored from being crushed, and you need to be restored from crushing others. May we find ourselves in good hands; may we keep marching on.

"Maybe we'll meet again, when we're slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I'll be right for you and you'll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart."