After two months of breaking up, I'm still here, sobbing my eyes out and drinking my sorrows away. This must have been the saddest period in my life. The worst part is that the break-up wasn't even a bad one. He didn't cheat on me, he didn't move away, I didn't cheat on him and I didn't move away. The break-up was purely over the fact that he felt like the "fun" in our relationship was over. After two months, I still don't understand what "fun" he is talking about. Since when is a relationship only about having fun?

All our memories.. just thrown out of the window like that. The only memories I have of him are photographs..