Her

Maybe it's better this way.

Maybe we're happier.

That's why we've made it this way, right?

So why do I find my cheeks wet, as I lie here in my chilly room, my long hair sticking to my face.

A shiver runs up my spine. My voice quivers ever so slightly as I breath in, trying to stop the tears.

It was getting too serious. We needed a friendship break.

It doesn't work that way. I don't even know what a "Friendship break" Is supposed to mean.

It was just for fun. It wasn't supposed to last forever. It was nothing. Something to overlook. A short chapter of our lives.

But as press a button on my phone, the screen lights up like always. And amidst the lock screen buttons and the time, I see his face. My smile. No, it can't be over.

Him

It can't be over. What is a friendship break anyways?

It's a sugar coated, impossible lie.

A cover up, because we didn't know what else to do.

I miss her. I miss us.

Keep in mind; I am not a sappy person. I didn't know how much I loved her until we were stupid enough to part ways.

I actually cried today.

Keep in mind; I do not cry. When my mom asked me what happened though, it spilled.

I tried to be cool about it. "Oh, we broke up," I tried. Mothers always know better than that. By the time he story was over, I was balling like a little baby.

And I don't cry.

Maybe it will have to end. Forever. Someday.

But not today.

Not about me, but true. Sort of. What do you think? Is this a sad story or what?