Our so-called love has done us more harm than good. I think it’s best we walk separate ways and become better versions of ourselves.

I never made a mistake of loving you. You became a part of me for a reason.

I hope my absence affects you in a strong way, otherwise, our love was never real.

I was the only one holding on, when the sad and painful truth is, all you wanted to do was to let go.

I know you’ll miss me, but I bet I’ll miss you more. We’ll both be sad just by thinking about the love we once had, but that’s okay. We’ll just get used to it until missing doesn’t make us sad anymore.

I always pictured myself as an independent woman. But I didn’t know how dependent and weak I actually am the moment you left my life.

Sometimes it’s good when I’m crying in bed, it helps me fall asleep.

I’d rather not fix myself. I prefer to cry and be sad until I get used to the feeling that you’re no longer with me, and that you’re never coming back.