You grieve at the level you loved.

Last night was a bad night. I layed in bed replaying the last seven months in my head, and it drove me mad. How can one person be allowed to leave such a dent in your heart?! This is what I don't like about comming home, it always feels like I'm returning to my old life, my old insecurities and issues, and the worst of it is, he's not there. We haven't spoken in over a month. I wrote him a love letter after the last time we did, and he never spoke to me again.