She's frustrated with you because you failed her. You took an already broken woman, pieced her back together, built up her hope & then you dropped her, breaking her already shattered pieces into even smaller jagged shards. Now, she won't let anyone else even try to put her back together again. the small shards are pointed & they slice everyone who tries to get too close. & yet, throughout all of this, she still talks of you as if you hung the moon in the sky & dotted every star, making them twinkle & glow just for her. She holds onto the memories of when you made her the most happy in the back of her mind & hopes that the pain you caused her brought you your own true form of happiness. If that isn't love, then I'm not sure what is. It is either the purest form of love or the highest form of delusion.
- from the depths of my broken heart.
