*tears welling up*
*hugs you, holding you tight*
it kills me that I want a reason. I want him to tell me why he lied...cheated...manipulated. I know he won't...but I still want that.
It kills you because you want to think yourself unaffected by this, too strong to be hurt by another person. It's completely reasonable to want an explanation... sadly, you'll probably _always_ want one. It will always upset you (what a fucking optimist I am), but it will upset you less and less as the months go by. It may take you, personally, longer than it would take another person, but you will get past him. You will replace the sadness with anger, then apathy.
Untill then, you've friends. My shoulder is always open.
You're loved Willlow, by people who really know what it means.