The worst thing about it all is that you were my best friend. But, I guess, it doesn’t matter anymore. I loved you with all my heart, and you broke it.

I’m so tired of our fights. I have a heart, and you broke it into million little pieces. I’m not going to pretend like nothing is wrong. It’s a goodbye.

You broke my heart into a million pieces. As I gather the broken remains of yesterday, I discover that breathing itself has become painful.

Just by loving you, I broke my own heart.

You appeared in my dreams and conquered my heart, and when I least expected it, you broke my heart.

I do not care if you have already broken my heart – not just once, but many times. Your love is my addiction and vice. I love you so much!

The world broke me but your love put my pieces together again.

You have hurt me so badly, you broke my heart, and you have made me cry so badly. You left me, and now I’m wondering why… why do I still have feelings for you despite all you have done?