The feeling of weakness is a feeling I will for surely not forget. The feeling of heartache is a feeling I will remember if I come across it again. It wasn’t hard to break down into tears, into depression, but it was hard — impossible to get back up on my two feet and tell myself that it will be okay.
I always wondered why you left me the way you did. Over a text. Giving me that We can still be friends bull shit. Yeah, let’s be friends after you ripped my heart into tiny little pieces. After hearing I don’t think this is going to work out, you would think it’s April Fools Day. You would laugh to yourself a little bit and be tempted to ask, Babe, you serious? Especially when you don’t see it coming. That Did you just wake up one day and magically not have feelings for me? type of thing.
Feeling destroyed, feeling like every bit of life has been sucked out from the Devil itself seems realistic if you’ve entered this path of life. This path that no one deserves to go on.
If I could do anything, I would like to go back and tell myself what I know now. If I could go back, I wouldn’t spend my months crying myself to sleep and hope that he’ll come back anytime soon, I would have kicked him in his boy area and be satisfied.