i'm not okay. i pretend i am when i'm out with friends and they ask how you're doing. i say "we broke up. but it's okay. it's fine." and smile: when they want to know why, i just tell them that sometimes things aren't meant to be. and i go on with my day. i pretend i am when my mum asks if i heard from you. i haven't obviously. i tried to text you a few times, asking if you are okay, but i either deleted the text or only got a short reply. you don't want to hear from me. i just miss you so bad and am so very far from fine. sometimes things aren't meant to be, but oh boy, i just wish you'd give me another chance. i don't know how to go on without you.