A Broken Love, Breaking Heart (1)
He's gone. He's gone without saying a word. He left me with a scar, a big wound that made a deep hole. He left me crying all night whenever i think about him. It's been two months since he left. No messages. No sign of living. I'm here. I'm still here, waiting. Waiting for him coming back, Waiting for his messages. I'm here waiting for the time to heal my wound. Because I couldn't. I just couldn't help myself. If I could, I want to fix things on my own. But I'm just breaking myself. Apart. I'm here waiting for the time that I won't feel any of this anymore. It's stupid how I want to feel the same exact love yet I forgot how hurt it is. I myself want to believe that you and ...