I've had my first experience with heartbreak. It wasn't at all like I expected it would be. I guess it's different for everyone. Personal things tend to be. For me, it's been an emptiness, an aching hollowness. My counselor compared heartbreak to losing a loved one. She said I'd go through the grieving process, and that it'd be tough. It'd be tough. She said time would make things better; that's what's always said. I'm about a month in, and it's not any better. If anything, it's worse.

I miss her. I miss her something terrible. But she's moved on. In hindsight, she never really cared that much for me. It hurts, admitting that. It hurts to admit that I fell in love with a girl that didn't care too much for me. But I did. And it was wonderful for the short time it lasted. I can't help but look back on those memories and think about what could've been. What might have happened. My counselor called that kind of thinking "ruminating" and told me...