My Switchblades and Inconsistencies

Kyler ran into his ex-girlfriend over the weekend. She kissed him on the neck and he knew he was in love with her still. I don't have much to say, not because I feel like it's all been said, but because I'm incredibly hurt. Everyone says, "You don't know what you've got until it's gone!" as a condolence, and I've told myself that one million times since I first broke down last night, and I still want the pain to stop. It's not even pain, not really. It's not like I can feel my heart breaking or I can feel my lungs swelling with the disappointment, it's like an increasing sense of confusion. I didn't think I liked him this much, enough to want to cry when he leaves. I didn't love him.

But I think I was starting to.