Do you ever think about the after-effects of a broken heart. The damage you feel. The small things you do. Subtle, embarrassing things. Maybe its a song you listen to over and over again. Or all the times you broke down crying. The loneliness you feel. The anger that erupts from nowhere. The blame you need to attribute. The emptiness that haunts you. All the conversations you imagined, the scenarios you played out. Passing by their ghost every time you walk by the spot they were standing. Looking at the empty space next to your bed. The things you could’ve done differently. The biggest what if. All things they’ll never know.
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