She doesn't want to think, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to breathe, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to sleep, because sleeping means dreaming, and dreaming hurts.
She doesn't want to remember, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to be reminded of him or of anything related to him, because it hurts.
She doesn't want pity, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to overanalyze it, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to care, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to be advised, because it hurts.
She doesn't want the wounds to be healed, because healing processes hurt.
She doesn't want to love, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to answer questions, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to be asked questions, because it hurts.
She doesn't want questions to be answered, because some answers hurt.
She doesn't want ask questions, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to change who she is, because changing processes hurt.
She doesn't want to fix it, because some times there are things that are better left unfixed. Fixing them hurts.
She doesn't want to face some facts, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to rebuild the walls that she had once built around her heart to secure it, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to let her guard down, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to let him in, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to trust him, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to miss him, because missing him and only him hurts like Hell.
She doesn't want to get her hopes high, because then when they come crashing down it hurts terribly.
She doesn't want to share her secrets with anybody, because the process of sharing secrets hurts.
She doesn't want to admit her feelings, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to make the same mistakes again, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to fall, because to fall hurts.
She doesn't want to stop believing, because when you have nothing left to believe in, it hurts.
She doesn't want to have to believe in something, because when you have nothing left to believe in, it hurts.
She doesn't want to daydream anymore, because waking up hurts.
She doesn't want to feel connected to his words anymore, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to be alone, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to be surrounded by people, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to talk, because it hurts.
She doesn't want silence to consume her, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to get in touch with her feelings, because feelings hurt.
She doesn't want to forgive him, because the process of forgiveness hurt.
She doesn't want to forget him, because forgetting someone you love hurts.
She doesn't want to need him, because it hurts.
She doesn't want him to turn out to be her one and only, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to move on, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to admit that she doesn't want to move on, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to believe in fairy tale, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to believe someday she will be his princess, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to be questioned, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to depend on him, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to pretend she is okay, because she is not, and because it hurts.
She doesn't want them to know she is not okay, so she must pretend, and it hurts.
She doesn't want to fake a smile, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to smile, anyway, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to hear the sound of her laughter because it's totally fake, and it hurts.
She doesn't want to laugh anyway, because it hurts.
She doesn't want to love him, because it hurts.
But she loves him. And that is something she cannot help. That is something that cannot be changed. That is something that cannot be undone.
She loves him.
And, oh, does it hurt.
