So as I write this letter
And shed my last tear
No, it's all for the better
That we end this year
Let's close this chapter
Say one last prayer
But don't say
That you loved me


Maybe breaking up with Bobby because of Logan hadn't been the smartest decision of my life.

Serious understatement. I had left someone who loved me for someone who had used me.

Brilliant idea; simply excellent.

Deep down I knew it was for the better that we weren't together anymore because I couldn't have given him what he needed (as in: being loved back) and he couldn't have given me what I needed (as in: uhm...Logan?).

But yes, I missed Bobby. I missed his smile, his face, his friendship. And I regretted having broken up with him because now I was left entirely alone.

To sum up: Broken heart. Mixed emotions. Pain. Considering joining a convent.

I hadn't even spoken to a male creature other than the professor in a week. That was already pretty damn close to being a nun, wasn't it?

And they wore black and white – matched my hair and gloves perfectly.

But who was I kidding...even 5 hours of praying every day wouldn't manage to get those thoughts about Logan out of my head.

And yes, we're talking NC-17-rated thoughts.