breakups. the dreaded goodbye. nobody breaks up because they actually want to break up. its always a test. its always one person attempting desperately to see if the other one cares enough to hold on. we never want to leave another. and thats what makes it hurt. especially when you look back, and you think about your life post-breakup and you think about how they haven't ever met the person you've become, and have no idea how you feel, and no understanding whatsoever as to what your life is like. they have no concept of what happened that night, on your end of things. and then, oh and then it comes. the realization: they don't care. and thats when it hits, like a baseball bat hitting the spinning ball coming straight towards it and continuing to fly through the air straight for the stands: a homerun. when you realize you care, and it was always a test. and when you realize you weren't actually in love. because if your in love- you never stop caring. thats the moment. the moment it all comes crashing down and you finally realize- they're gone.
your gone.