I’m proud of my heart. It’s been played, stabbed, cheated, burned, and broken but somehow still works.
I’m losing my best friend. My lover, my protector. I can’t look at you slowly disappearing in your lovelessness. I wish you the best of all this world can give and hope that you will find someone who can make you happy. I’m sorry it’s not me.
You meant the world to me, and now that I’ve lost you, I feel empty. Losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
Someone once said that in every relationship one person always loves a little bit more than the other. I think that I am that person. But I can’t give my all and receive nothing. I love you, but I don’t want to live in this destructive relationship anymore.
When we were kids we wanted to grow up, But only now we realize that broken toys were much better than broken hearts.