#brokenhearted

[oona18]

I didn’t even have the strength to lose myself in gazes that weren’t yours.

Provoking the anger of hands that weren’t yours.

And making me bear a guilt that wasn’t mine.

[oona18]

Some people can’t handle the intensity of love you give. So, when they say to you that you aren’t the problem, that’s true. Because it scares them, as they never experienced that kind of love. And they don’t know what to do with that much love. So, they inevitably end up, dropping it.

[oona18]

Lately, healing have only felt like altering between dying and hoping.

[oona18]

Sometimes late at night, when I’m writing, I wonder if you’re reading this. If you’re waiting for my posts like they’re a daily newspaper. If they help you get by, telling yourself that at least you’re hearing from me. I wonder if you feel guilty and if your heart breaks every time you see a notification of a new post.

[oona18]

I did things for you that I had never done before and that I never would have imagined doing for anyone. And even so, it wasn’t enough.

[oona18]

You weren’t the love of my life, we didn’t even plan any life together. On the contrary, we knew that our relationship would be short-lived, that we would never have a future together, strictly speaking. But I can't explain why, you've made all the other loves seem insignificant.

[oona18]

I would have loved to know that your decision made you happy, so I’ll call you selfish. But I don’t even know if you’re happier now, or if you did this to us for nothing. So I can only call you, cruel.

[oona18]

Before leaving you explain me that, your last relationship may have robbed you of any ability to love and nurture another relationship. I guess you suffered so much, that you decided to do the same to me.