two years, three months, twenty-five days.

Just after this blog started I began seeing a you. We met in an unconventional manner but it didn't matter because we hit it off straight away.

Things went well despite the distance, and I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life.

So right this moment, I feel hurt, devastated and as if my world is about to end. I've cried so much I feel like throwing up at the moment. I'm not quite sure what will happen now. Things haven't been right between us since I moved down south for university.

I sat outside the student union crying after hanging up the telephone. I couldn't actually move for a while, and stood outside shivering with cold and tears. I'm not saying this to guilt trip you, in fact I'm guessing you've probably stopped reading the blog now.

I was upset by your text message. I didn't really understand it to be honest.

I couldn't even bring myself to drink, I couldn't face the inevitable hangover I would induce. I have enough of a headache from crying.

It's a good thing I'm not working at the hospital tomorrow. I'm not sure how I would have managed.

I still love you, no matter what. It's just a shame you don't feel the same way.