Afternoon

And now it just hurts.  And now I'm sobbing and blaming myself and thinking about all the things I will miss, and how it will feel the first time I see someone else on your arm.  Please don't do that to me, please. 
I still love you so much, I wish I didn't. 
Why did I let my walls come down? 
I'm building myself a castle with no doors and no windows and I'm never coming out.