"It's just not working anymore, I'm sorry" the words pierced my skin deeper than any knife ever could.
No words are coming out my mouth, and I can't find my breath, there's no fight left in me. My whole world is shattering around me, shattering painfully in fragments at my feet.
I'm hanging onto every word coming from his mouth, "you'll be okay" he says as though dismissing the fact that he has just ripped my heart from my chest and tore it into a million tiny jagged pieces in front of my eyes.
I used to romanticise, I used to be somebody. Before him I was a person, I tried to soothe myself internally, trying to sprig hope in my own mind that I survived without him before I knew him, but in all honesty I don't know how to be a me and not an us anymore..
Memories rushing in front of my eyes of the life we shared, of the adventures we took, of the love we made, the plans we mapped out. It's all gone in the blink of an eye.
"Even when a heart breaks it still beats.." I whispered into the silence, not to him, to myself, in some pathetic form of reassurance that eventually I'd put myself back together again.
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A book I'll never, ever write
RandomA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
