Ok

I guess I’m okay now. I still think about you. Sometimes. But I’m okay. I no longer blame myself. Or blame you in fact. (Cos honestly it’s not our fault) (and my heart is dried up it’s no longer hurting) 

And I’m just trying to make sense all this. 

Just- what was the whole point? What was the whole point of meeting you. Getting all my hopes up. And then just to cry myself to sleep. Just- really. What was the point?