• I stared at the picture of him, burning with the pile of stuff that would remind me of him. We were so happy at first, I don't know what happened. One moment were talking about forever, the next, he's with someone else. I couldn't keep up then, and I can't now. He's already moved on, but I can't seem to get my feet to work. Why did this have to happen? Why to me? Why now, when everything was going so right? I shook my head and turned away, tears forming in my eyes. It just the smoke, I tried convince myself. I knew it wasn't just the smoke, it was the memories, the feeling of loss, the feeling that nothing's going right in my life, it was just. . . . . everything. I breathed deeply, taking in the smell of burning paper. Normally I enjoy that smell, but not now, when everything I'm burning is memories. No, I will never be happy about trying to let go, if I can let go. I sighed. This was not going to be easy, not like the guys before him. They were easy to get over, but no, not him. The one that showed me what real love was like. Wait, was it even real love? I mean, he left me for some other girl. That's not real love. But how would I know. I sighed again. Everybody always said, "It's worth it in the end". But is it worth it if the end comes sooner than you ever hoped? I don't think so. All I got out of this was a broken, no, shattered heart, and memories that make me cry every time. I felt the tears coming back and began to blink rapidly. No, I would not cry for him anymore. He's not worth it, none of it was. I got in trouble plenty of times for him. Staying out late, lying, sneaking around. My parents hated him, and me dating him didn't help that fact. I even tried to make them see the side of him that I saw, the side that made me fall in love with him. But it was all just a big waste of time and effort, all for something that I thought was love. But maybe it was. Who am I to judge what love is? I mean, we did talk about running away and getting married. But I guess it was all talk and no action. The thought of it made the hole in my chest grow. I instinctively reached for my necklace, just for something that my hand could hold, since I don't have his hand. I heard thunder and looked up. Big gray clouds were rolling over me. My mom had told me that rain and fire were symbols of cleansing. If so, perfect. I needed to cleanse myself of everything that had to do with him. I felt a small rain drop hit my cheek. Then another and another. It began to pour, but I just stood there, letting it wash everything away. My sadness, depression, memories, heartache, and sanity. I never really had any sanity, but I thought it would sound good. I looked back down to the fire, which wasn't there anymore. The rain had put it out. I stared at all the ashes until I noticed something. It was another picture of him. The rain had stooped the fire from completely consuming it. I picked it up and brushed the dirt and ashes off. It was a picture of me and him together, except the side with me on it had completely burnt off. Now it was only him. I dropped it, to leave it there so the rain would ruin it. I don't want to see him ever again. I swore never to even speak his name. He is now officially, him. I smiled at the thought of a life without him. Then I frowned. I tried ti think of any bad times that we had, any that would make me glad to forget him. But there were none. We never fought, he never ignored me, and he never cheated on me. The4re were only good times to remember. I unwillingly began to remember everything we went through, only to have it thrown away. I felt the tears come again, but this time, I let them fall. I knew the rain would hide them and my red, puffy eyes could just be blamed on the smoke. I didn't care if I had said he wasn't worth it. I didn't care if every person in the world told me that, I needed to cry. I needed to let it out, the pain, misery, sadness, anger, everything that came with the end of our relationship. No, not even for the end of "us". I was crying for everything.