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Every time I see him all cool, calm and collected, I lose my breath, my heart starts pounding, and I'm painfully aware that I'm not over him, but that he is over me.

The memories are worth the pain.

A million words won't bring you back, I know because I tried. Neither will a million tears, I know because I cried.

My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it's in pieces because of you.

When you left, I lost a part of me.

I hate this feeling. It's one I know all too well. It's a thing called heartbreak and it hurts like hell.

Every time we talk, I fall a little harder.