&& you asked if everything was okay.
((you ripped my heart to shreads and now i cry myself to sleep everynight))
BUT I'M EFFiN ::O K A Y::

I'm finding more and more things in my house that are yours. i find old notes we wrote, your shirt, and MILLIONS of papers that have your name in a heart.
and everytime i find something new, more of my heart dies.

&& you ask how i got this way
((i guess you don't remember the night that you .BROKE.MY.HEART.))

&& i don't want ((YOU)) back.
i want the person who held me when i was cold. told me i was beautiful. said they loved me. held my hand infront of his friends.
::i don't want the person you've become::

&& maybe if i didn't ((loveyou)) so much, i wouldn't be so ::heartbroken::

&& i'm afraid...
i'm afraid you love her more than you love me...

&& you're mad at ((me)) for something ::YOU:: did

&& no matter what i do, i can't get my mind off of ((you))

&& it's simple:::
((i.still.love.you)) and -you've moved on-

I could rip out my heart directly from my chest and hand it to you. and even ((that)) wouldn't impress you