I used to love you to the moon and back.

 I cried myself to sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about last year. Fuck it. I can't do this anymore. I have to stop myself from looking back. In other words, I should move on. To be honest, I thought I had already moved on. But what happened last night clearly showed me I haven't.

Why must everything be so darn complicated? I am over you,  but I've not moved on yet. And boy, I can't stop thinking about you. It's killing me. This is all just so frustrating.

Life sucks and then you die.
- Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn.