I would rather feel this than nothing at all

Day #5 after the breakup consists of deep breaths and faith that this will soon pass. Right?

I go back and look at the pictures of us, listen to his voicemails and I daydream about the memories. The way his cologne would taint my clothes and how much I loved his smell on me. I miss his hand in mine. God, his beautiful hands. His voice, his stories, the way he looked at me.

I realize it had only been 1 month. 1 month! But we spent almost everyday together. Created so many memories. So many things that I will miss.

And we were so amazingly happy together. Why, oh why did we fuck it up?