Friday night...alone.

I keep smiling and telling everyone i'm doing just fine. They all believe me and smile, and say its for the best. But I don't believe that for a second. He held me trying to comfort me. He is the only one who sees how hurt I am. And everytime his fingertips touch my arms, I want to break down and cry. But I force myself to hold it together. "You're not that girl mel, you are not that girl. hold it together." Everyone is telling me to go out and kiss boys and be single and have fun, but I had plently of fun being your girl. You are ever thing I could ever want. I can't imagine meeting someone who even compares to you. I can't imagine kissing someone else. They're lips aren't going to send shivers through my body like yours do. Nothing about them is going to make me feel safe and cared for.