Today was just another normal day, but then, something with little monetary value was broken. It had so much sentimental value. It was the one thing, the only person I've really been in love with, gave me without a reason or cause. He gave it to me just because he knew I liked it. He never did that, and for this item to break kind of symbolizes my need to just get over it. I keep telling myself that I will, but something happens and here I am again... sad.