It was something like last spring. My friends had a really bad break up and they kept talking to me about it. So the girl was kind a over it and moved fast on and the boy wasn't at all. So he cried and kept calling me, it was endless. Every night the same desperate thing, every day the same sad mood. Hours, days, months. So I was always there when he felt like talking. It wasn't like I totally agreed or felt like the girl did everything wrong. No, just support, I guess. And there was something he said and I hadn't forget it. Something like he couldn't see all the places they used to go and the worst - he couldn't stand even his own home - too many memories entwined with that girl.
And now, 6 months later I kinda understand him. That sucks for sure.