That Tuesday Pete came over, like he said he would the day before, and we just hung out. The town that I live in is boring, so we went to the mall for a few hours, and then we went out to a diner for some lunch. It was after lunch, when we came back, when it happened.

It was when we were all alone, down in the basement of my house, when he said it. I knew it was coming; we had discussed it before. But when he actually said it, that's when it hit me that it was over. He sat down on the couch next to me, looked me straight in the eye with those beautiful brown eyes that he had, and told me, "We need to talk...it's about us breaking up."

I'm not going to go into full detail on what we talked about, but by the end of the conversation, I was now single, and I felt like my whole world shattered. When I kissed him good-bye, I had a broken heart. So when I went inside the house, I went to my room, closed the door, and just cried my eyes out.

It has been over a week since that happened. He has told me that he is over me, but not vice versa. Time will heal all my wounds, yet it is not going to be the same when I see him again. It is not going to be the same like it was the month before, when he was still my boyfriend, and when I was so in love.