~20th June~

Dan's POV

I stare blankly at the plain white wall where I used to hang up all the photos of Y/N.

It's become a daily routine, and still goes on after all these months.

I just can't seem to get over her. She was the first girl I ever truely loved.

I always wonder how she is and what she's doing now.

Is she okay? Is she happy? Has she got a good job? Does she have good, supportive friends? Has she moved on?

The thing that hurts is that she probably is okay and happy, does have a good job, does have good and supportive friends, has moved on.

I know, those are all supposed to be great things, but to think she left me for that life makes me think if being with her was worth it at all and that instead of being a good boyfriend and giving her the perfect life, I weighed her down.

The other thing that hurts is that I can't manage to move on like she does. I've tried, it's just not easy.

That's another heart breaking thing. How is it so easy for her? How can she just break my heart and run off?

A knock on my bedroom door pulls me away from my thoughts. The door opens and Phil's head pokes through.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, eyes full of concern.

He asks that question every single day, and I always give him the exact same answer.

"I'm fine."

My best friend sighs and let's himself in, walking over to my bed and sitting down next to me.

"I know what you're thinking about. And I know you're not fine. I know you've probably heard this plenty of times before but... you need to move on."

I shake my head. "If Tess were to cheat on you with one of your friends and run away, leaving you heartbroken and confused, could you move on?" Silence. "Exactly."

Phil just groans and stands, stomping off towards my door. Before he leaves, he looks back, looking as if he's about to cry.

"You know, you need to stop blaming her for everything. It wasn't her fault."

Before I can shout back, he slams the door and marches away, probably to sulk to Tess.

I roll my eyes and lay back on my bed.

Of course it wasn't her fault. It was mine. Even though she kissed Caspar, it was me who obviously didn't love her enough. I was her boyfriend and I never gave her my best.