Dear Diary,
I know I pretend that I'm over him, that I don't need him, that I can actually go on with out him.
I cover up the sores his departure has left in my heart with false boys, that is all they are, boys and I use them as my toys. Like I am a child when she plays with her old toys because mommy won't buy her new one's, sure the child is having fun but she is still sad that she couldn't have that new toy.
He calls, we stay in touch, we laugh together, but why won't we cry togehter? We both have too much pride to admit to each other that we love each other. I know he loves me, it shows in the way he looks at me, I know I love him. But