"Now you're over in the corner crying and its my fault, my fault."

If I ever have a son or daughter, I will advise him/her to never allow a guy she/he is in a relationship with to become her/his best friend. I know this sounds like a harsh statement but in order to save my future offspring from the hurt I am feeling right now, I will tell her/him to tread lightly in the harsh ocean called "Developing a Relationship with a Guy/Girl you have feelings for." 

Let me explain the hidden truth that people cry to themselves about but tell no one about. 

At the end of a relationship, one of the hardest thing to get over is the little things the both of you used to do together and I am not talking about the sex. During the course of a relationship, one develops inside jokes, nicknames for each other and a host of other things that helps create a bond that seems unbreakable or the "little things." A person in a relationship, serious or not/committed or not, becomes so used to to the "little things" that becomes a part of their daily routine, so much so that it becomes a part of them- like eating, taking a shower, or watching a television program- and they barely realize that its happening. 

Until one day, the relationship goes south and you find yourself without. Sure, the relationship could have ended on a bad note but it becomes the "little things" that you miss the most. 

It's the little things like emails, a midnight phone call, random texts about random things, being called certain nicknames that you would never let anyone else call you, etc that you miss the most. These are the "little things" that you end up crying about when you miss that one person. These are the "little things" that makes the relationship so much harder to get over and let go.

It's going without the "little things" that makes life feel so empty that when the other person starts to miss the "little things" too and comes back around, you forget all the reasons and heartaches that you went through in the first place. 

It's the "little things" that starts the cycle of pain all over again and makes you do stupid things. 

If I ever have a son or daughter and they choose to not take my warning into consideration, I'll know to blame it on the "little things." 

(yes, I am a fucking mess right now. Thank you!)