Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you dropped or laughing so hard that your stomach hurts. Maybe that's all that really matters at the end of the day.
I think it all started when I stopped liking him. I still loved him, but, I didn't like him anymore. U knew my mind was preparing my heart for that moment - the one I would say 'I'm done' and really meant it.