Yes, it’s going to hurt like fuck. You are going to cry. You’ll taste the salt of your tears every day. You’ll check your phone more times than usually , just to see if they send a message. You hold your phone with you, day and night. You know they won’t call, but just in case, you turn your ringtone to the highest volume. You’ll be scared you miss something. And fuck yes, you will beg for them. You are going to beg their fucking name while having a panic attack. You are going to need them so much. But they won’t be there. Which will hurt even more. You are going to miss them whenever something good, or bad happends. Meanwhile, you will start to feel it wasn’t even real. Like as if it was all a dream. Like they never existed. You didn’t spoke them, and saw them for such a long time, you will doubt yourself. But when you find a old photo back, you’ll realise how fucking real it was. But now listen, I went through a heart break. A real one. It almost killed me. But I promise, one day, this person still will flashes through your mind, but not like how it is now. You’ll still cry, but not as long as you do now. You still will check your phone, but only few times. You will turn off your phone at night,because you sleep better. And because they wern’t there while having a panic attack , you won’t always beg for them anymore. Because fuck, if you can survive them, and the way they broke you apart, you can survive everything.
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