I broke up with my girlfriend last night over text and cried for two hours. It was only a two month long relationship, but those were the best two months of my life. I would just give anything to relive it. This entire day, I sat at our spot that we used to go to all the time, it was a secluded spot in the forest that out looked the city. I sat there for an hour, and listened to music. But now music reminds me of them too. I keep rereading through our messages, knowing I couldn’t have done anything to save the relationship, since I wasn’t the one that called it off. But now I’m really down. I mean yeah, if wasn’t that long, I shouldn’t be getting this worked up about a simple girlfriend in grade eight. Yet for some reason, it just stings a lot harder than I’d expected it to. People sure weren’t lying when they said break ups hurt. I just don’t know what to do anymore. I keep thinking of times we spent together, laughing, holding hands, and now I realize that dating isn’t forever.