31 months ago, he entered the very tower that I built around myself. He saw who I really was -- my weaknesses, my fears, my temptations, my highs and lows.
In time to come, I will forget everything that we've had and been through. A part of me will die in this process but for every one thing you do, there's always a sacrifice to make. To love is to scar one's heart and render him breathless and broken in the aftermath of the destruction process.
Perhaps I never deserved to be loved anyway.
It's painful.
You took a hammer to these walls, dragged the memories down the hallToday I'm left with an old, dilapidated and isolated tower. We, the inhabitants, fled with the passing wind. I guess I was never satisfied with how things were. There will always be lessons learned from every failure. Time to build new walls, make them taller, thicker and stronger. Never to let anyone in, ever again. No one can ever fix what's left of a broken person. The future's uncertain, but I'm certain of one thing, I won't ever turn back again. Those lines won't ever cross paths ever; nothing would be the same, for only the empty shell of a broken relationship remains. Memories, probably the only remnants of what's left, remain after all, an intangible form and with time, they fade.
Packed your bags and walked away, there was nothing I could say
And when you slammed the front door shut, a lot of others opened up
So did my eyes so I could see that you never were the best for me.
In time to come, I will forget everything that we've had and been through. A part of me will die in this process but for every one thing you do, there's always a sacrifice to make. To love is to scar one's heart and render him breathless and broken in the aftermath of the destruction process.
Perhaps I never deserved to be loved anyway.
She put her hand over her chest. The pain cut her in half, like a magician's trick, except she knew she would never really be put back together.
- Jodi Picoult 19 minutes
It's painful.
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