I am not sure of the worst kind of break up.
Is it when the person, whom you thought would never get tired of telling you that you are enough, gradually drifts because he is already in love with someone else?
Or, is it when the person, whom you thought would never leave your side, dies?
Or, is it when the person, whom you thought would support your dreams (and vice versa), decides to chase his dreams all by himself?
Or, is it when the person, whom you thought would never lose interest in you, falls out of love with you?
All breakups are heart-piercing, soul-breaking, and mind-shattering. It’s like a nightmare that actuated itself to a degree of reality to choke you. Or, an open wound that was sprinkled with salt and poured with alcohol.
It’s like you’ve seen this coming, but you never realized that it would be today, or any other day, or some day near.
Despite the thoughts of “is this the end?” everyone will still find it difficult to say the last word. Everyone would still settle for the pain because saying the last word would mean putting an end to the aspirations, memories, and traditions that were made together.
Now, what is the worst kind of break up?
Nothing is worse than finally giving up to love, to be loved, and to be in loved with the person you chose to spend every second of your life. Nothing is worse than having to go through the same path and go through with the cycle of life, without the person that brought so much light to that path and so much fuel to continue with the cycle of life.
Nothing is more breaking than breaking up with your person.
Nothing is more breaking than setting the person, who was caged in your heart, free and who, ironically, also is the same person who holds your heart, like how he holds your whole universe.