You asked me how I’ve been...

It’s so strange. The way my heart breaks over and over again every time I live our story. I walk in there gladly taking our memories into my hands like a crystal ball and then I hope. Just like Cinderella, 5 minutes feel like 12 midnight and my dreams go puff! And all I can do is sit and stare at nothing but me in this room, alone. The promises we made to each other but a faint whisper. Our love letters barely visible now. What am I to do now? Where do I go now? How am I to regress having known your love? The scepticism with which I look at everyone now? How am I to progress when you took my heart along with you?

Along the years, we’ve both grown, become different people. You’ve found yourself among other people and I’ve found myself stuck with other people hoping one of them will be you again.

I wonder which is more cruel, to have love ripped from you or to not have loved at all.

So, this is how I’ve been I guess …

Broken

Living in my head constantly searching for you. What about you?

“I’m getting married.”

“That’s so cool! I am really –happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

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