I promised myself that I wouldn't care anymore, no more tears, no more hurt, no more anger. Yet still, I could feel my eyes burn, my throat clog up and my vision turn blurry as I sat in the kitchen, head in my hands begging for the impossible. Maybe this was all my fault. Maybe I didn't try hard enough to keep him. I shouldn't care, but I still love him too much to let all we worked so hard to reach slip through my closed fingers. But why... Why is it that