When you push the end of your jumper into your mouth to stop you from crying out. When you’re in so much pain that you can’t breathe. When there’s %100 no one who could make you feel better in this minute, in this hour, in the day. And everything is lost, everything you’d dreamed, loved and hoped for has flown out the window in a second that you had to witness and wish you didn’t.
He’d never let me fall in love again. Which I won’t. Because I know how this ends. Sometimes fate isn’t so hard to see, it’s sending you messages a long the way.
Could he let me go? So I can step into the shoes that fit me. I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you. But I can’t go on pretending that I don’t belong to him.