after a sleepless night filled with desperate/angry/depressing/encouraging conversations and a strong therapy through weheartit, music and getting my mind off of you/studying the crap out of Philosophy, I finally gained some insight. you're an ass and there's nothing I can do about it. facts are facts. but you know what I'll miss the most? that fast paced feeling I had every time we were together and I kept hearing Édith Piaf songs. now look what you've done.