And I'm a little bit lost without you,
and I'm a bloody big mess inside.
And I'm a little bit lost without you;
This ain't a love song, this is goodbye.
…
Missing somebody is the most painful thing to go through. It's like…having a tummy ache. That's so childish and not quite as deep as one would hope to describe such an emotion. But it's true. A tummy ache and butterflies, combined to create a twisted feeling of loss. Nobody likes it. If life was perfect, nobody would ever leave, nobody would ever make you cry, somebody would always care about you. If only. Life isn't perfect, but I do believe that there are happy ending, that there is a rainbow at the end of every storm. 'Cause you have to believe. You have to believe in good and beauty, or else you're done for. Missing is a terrible feeling, and quite a hard thing to overcome. Because the only reason you would ever miss someone is if they left, and the only reason you could ever miss someone if they left is if they meant so much to you, you never wanted them to leave. Ever.
And Brooke Davis had never wanted Lucas Scott to leave her, ever.
But he did.
And once someone's left you broken, all torn up and alone, how do you put yourself back together?
Yes, she had been one to leave him, to break up with him. But she would've been a fool to stick around after the way she'd since him looking at Peyton. He took his heart back from her, and threw hers back to her. While he had grabbed his back with care, he hadn't even thought of hers. He had thrown it and she hadn't caught it. So her fragile heart hit the floor and shattered. Shattered into a million tiny pieces and as hard as she tried to make sure she picked all them up, some had been so small, so delicate and tiny, they had slipped between her fingers.