I Love the Way You Lie

So, this painfest is not the best part of my weekend. I loved someone, and now someone else loves them. That someone else thinks it's a great idea to give me details of love letters and secret vows. I hate this. All I want is to go to bed so I can get to tomorrow faster, but I'm afraid of the nightmares or worse, sweet dreams full of memories of the two of us. He was my first kiss. It was a summer romance. It was doomed from the start, but that doesn't make it hurt any less. If only I had a time machine. So much pain could be avoided. This sucks. I hope this week will bring peace and forgiveness. I can't afford to think any other way.