To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and my heart will certainly be wrong and possibly broken. If I want to make sure of keeping it intact, I must give my heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements, lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of my selfishness. But in that casket-safe, dark, motionless, airless—it will change. It will not be broken, it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. I can’t talk to you anymore, it’s not that I am mad at you, it’s just that when I talk to you I realize how much I love you and when I realize how much I love you, I realize I can’t have you and that makes me love you even more. Isn’t this true, We enter relationships as a somebody and leave them as a nobody. When you break up, your whole identity is shattered. It’s like death. I guess we all make mistakes sometimes But you were my biggest. My heart was taken by ...
It's sad how someone can go from being the reason you wake up smiling, to the reason you cry yourself to sleep. Sometimes, being strong means not holding back the tears but letting them fall. It's funny how you think you actually mean something to someone, & they just turn around & prove you wrong.