"I know I loved you once, I know I did."
"But right now, whatever it is that I feel about you, whatever the hell you call the gaping hole in my heart where you used to be, it hurts. It hurts so much that sometimes the pain consumes everything that I have and it makes it impossible for me to just breathe."
"I loved you once, I really did. I think I loved you more than l'd ever loved anything or anyone. But this isn't love anymore. Love shouldn't hurt this much."
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
