This Is The Kind Of Breakup That Kills You The Most
He had to make a choice, looked at both options, and decided he didn’t want you. He wanted her.
He had to make a choice, looked at both options, and decided he didn’t want you. He wanted her.
I received two hearts — given to me to protect and preserve, and I dropped them both.
Don’t go see it. Don’t go see another film that abuses a woman to further the story of a man.
Right person, wrong timing, I guess. Right?
When is enough…enough? You keep wishing for a different ending, but the same scene is playing on repeat. The outcome is…
We had chemistry, but we didn’t create sparks like you and her. We didn’t have people cheering us on, and how could we? I was the mistress.
I stress about things that wouldn’t matter to most people. I just wish I could sleep without fear of waking up from a panic attack or nightmares, I wish I didn’t always feel so depressed, I wish I didn’t always feel so tired.
Do I still love him? Yes. I do. Do I want him back? Yes, I do.
Are you there, dude I dated for over two years? It’s me, the person you are cruelly, cold turkey ignoring for…
The professionals had never seen anything like it, but didn’t seem to think it much cause for concern.