It hurts.
Worse than that time I stubbed my toe on my dresser.
Worse than that time I got a paper-cut from making a paper airplane.
Worse than that time that I said I loved you, and you responded by looking down.
Worse than having to tell the man dating my ex that I'm glad for him, because their good together, just so he wont blow his brains out.
Worse than knowing that it was never going to work, no matter how hard I tried.
Worse than realizing that even though I knew it was going to happen, it still hurt.
Worse than the fact that you didn't even have the courage to stand up, stare me STRAIT IN THE EYES, and tell me… That I wasn't