Dear aGirlsBestFriend: Thank you for your kind words. I wish I could believe them in this case. Maybe you're right that love will prevail, but that means I have to look for it somewhere else. * Dear Parents, Stop making things worse when I already feel terrible. Thanks. * * Listening to Adele and letting myself cry while I remember. "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."

Dear Faces. Every time I read your messages, I am so glad that we are still friends and so close. And then I am so upset because that will never be enough. Talking to you face-to-face is going to be that much worse, when I finally see you again. I wish I had never gotten involved. I wish I had never realized I'm in love with you. I wish... I had never found out and could still have hope. For some stupid reason it's so much harder to let go now than it would have been if she was real. I love you so much. And I am happy to see you happy. But I miss you more than you will ever know. And the worst part is, I can't tell you what you mean to me. I missed that chance. Is it wrong of me to hope that you're only half what you think you are so that there's still a glimmer of hope for me? For us?