Missing you

A story based on recent events in my life..

I walk into school. I am shaking slightly, but with my friends around me I feel like I can handle it. I remember vividly the brief phone conversation we had the night before. I remember even clearer the tears that poured down my cheeks, refusing to cease as I changed my relationship status on facebook and deleted all your text-messages, as I talked to countless pitying friends, many of them offering to hit you, beat you up for me. 

I see you standing in our usual hang-out spot, friends crowding round. People come up to me, hugging me, telling me I'm too good for you anyway. Several go up to you and slap you, but I don't have the courage to slap you myself. I can't ignore that horrible, aching feeling in my chest every time I look at you, trying to push down the part of me that longs to rush up to you, hug you, kiss you, beg you to take me back. 

I wonder how I can act like everything's normal, like I'm okay when I'm clearly not, like I don't miss you, like I don't need you when inside I know I do, more than anything else in the whole world.

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