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Well, I have a date with Jimmy. Goodnight!

He broke up with me last night, and I've been an on-and-off emotional wreck. Today's my mother's birthday, and she was comforting me more than I wanted her to. She's giving me some speculations that I'm not sure are true. Some of them I don't want to believe. He and I had a perfect relationship, but two nights ago he told me he no longer felt a spark between us. Everyone told me that I'm the sparkalicious one, and it's his fault for not providing his end of the spark. To this, I agree. I'm so disappointed, hurt, and insulted that he's letting me go, to figure himself out. I'm so offended that he lost interest in me. Again, I feel like I'm not good enough for him. I love him still. I love my Puppy, but he isn't my Puppy anymore. He's someone else. He broke up with me because he said that although our relationship is salvageable, he doesn't want me to wait on him. Especially because there's a huge chance that he might not fall for me again.
I love him so much, but I don't know him anymore. This is all his fault and I don't know what to do or say to him anymore. He wants to go see a movie on Friday but I'm not sure if I want to go. I could, to see if I can handle being around him without wanting more than a friendship from him. As every day and minute goes by, I'm detaching myself more and more emotionally from him. I don't want to love him anymore. I want to protect myself. To everyone I've talked to about this, I say "I'm still a pimp." I'm right. I'm still going to remain strong. I'm still going to be myself. I won't allow him to make me feel less than I know myself to be.
We've had so many good times. It breaks my heart to know that I'll never hear him tell me he loves me again. I'll never hold his hand again. I'll never make him feel completely amazed by me again. There's such an emptiness in me.