This is the blog I had hoped I never had to write. Again anyways. Well, I'm pretty sure we're finished this time. Dana said he doesn't love me anymore. And, I knew this was coming. I ignored all the signs. All of them. And it's my entire fault. I had survived the two weeks relatively nicely. And, not that it would have mattered. I knew this would happen once he left. But it's all my fault. Nothing anyone can say will ever change that. I'm happy that we had the time we did. I wish it would have lasted longer. I would have loved him, cared for him every minute. And I still do. I don't think that will ever change. But there isn't anything I can do but accept that it's over. And that it's all because of me. Nothing anyone can say will make me think otherwise. Because that is the truth. It is completely my fault, all my fault. I'm sorry. I can't write anymore right now. Perhaps tomorrow when I'm better. Goodnight.
