Disclaimer: Let me use song lyrics. Everybody else does.
Keely sat on her bed, looking out her window as tears fell from her eyes. She missed him. More than he could ever know.
The rest of the day, at school, she acted like she was okay... but, truthfully, she wasn't. She snuck out of school early and came home, crying all the way.
It felt like her heart had been torn into a million little tiny pieces. Why did this have to happen?
The one guy that was perfect for her had to leave her forever. Life just wasn't fair.
Alone in this house again tonight
I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me
The way that it was and could have been surrounds me
I'll never get over you walkin' away
She missed that boy like there was no tomorrow. She missed his kiss, his touch, his company, his everything. She didn't feel like she could go on anymore.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losing your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Keely had been bawling since she left school. The tears wouldn't stop, and she wondered; was there such a thing as being 'all cried out?'
She sure hoped there was.
Would it help if I turned a sad song on?
"All By Myself" would sure hit me hard now that you're gone
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters
It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better
But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
She thought about talking to someone about it; maybe that would help. Just a little. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.
She wish she could forget him. But, unfortunately, that was impossible.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losing your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
Keely just didn't understand. Why is it that something so perfect always has to fall apart?
She looked at the many framed pictures of them together, all around her room. Those would need to be taken down. That was a definite.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losing your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
Tonight I wanna cry
She sat on her bed, still thinking about him. Did he miss her? Did he still love her?
And most importantly; would he ever forget her?