Everything had been okay, for the most part of what I remembered. Liam and I's relationship wasn't a relationship filled with screaming fights and passionate kisses in the rain and romantic evenings and nights out alone. He was a great friend, and that's where the connection stopped, really. I've never really been "broken up with," or however that cliché is properly used.

The breakup wasn't mean or hurtful in a personal way, it was more of him just letting me sail away on a different ship. We had been doing fine, you know, a long distance relationship. I had visited him each week on the set of his movie for a month, but I guess that wasn't enough. I don't really understand why he ended it. All he said was that our relationship was a puzzle piece trying to fit in a finished puzzle. He said I would know what he meant when I found the answer, and I still don't get it.

I've been sitting here, in my house, in my room, in Toluca Lake, thinking about all the different routes I could take. I could sulk and cry and go into a funk- depression. But, honestly, there's no sadness in my heart, it's all curiosity and questioning and wondering. I could use my creativity and start writing a song. But, honestly, I have no inspiration. Or, there's that one route I seem to gravitate towards quite a lot when a relationship falls. I run back to the only guy that I'm not able to let go of. I run back to Nick and something happens from there and then the rest is that. And, for some reason, all I want to do and all I feel I have to do is go back to Nick.