A U G U S T, F R I D A Y 15, 2 0 0 8.
When the words were finally spoken to end the relationship, the one I had thought would be my never-ending, I thought it was going to be hard, I thought it will give me a heartbreak.
But I didn't seem to feel anything.
Not even guilt, nor sadness.
"I love you, but I need to do this. I'm sorry Ezekiel" she said. She turned her back and left me. I soon realized it was really over.
All that was left was my questioning mind.
Is this heartbreak?
Why am I not hurt?
Where does the sole perspective of heartbreaks can be seen?
Love, heartbreaks. I guess I am not really capable of either of the two.
