I hate feeling so weak and vulnerable.I hate that I miss him.I hate that I am alone, and I always was.I hate that I made him into a superhero, he was not.I hate that he doesn't want to kiss me.I hate that every time I cry over one boy it's like crying over all of them again.
Bill Shapiro, Other People's Love Letters: 150 Letters You Were Never Meant to See
heartache, vulnerability