I'm sharing this from a friend of mine, who shares the same sentiments as me.... sad but true.People always tell me that I have a big heart. I gave my heart to you….My heart was taken by you... broken by you... and now it is in pieces because of you. For me, Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever. You always say you hate to see me hurt, and you hate to see me cry. So all those times that you hurt me, did you close your eyes?
Maybe they are right. Maybe I did get my hopes up too high. Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe I am the stupid one for ever thinking that you loved me, but maybe, just maybe, I am tired of being alone because wanting you is hard to forget, loving you is hard to regret, losing you is hard to accept, but even with all the hurt I've felt, letting go is the most painful yet.
You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in love with you and I don't know why. The tough thing about following my heart is that people forget to mention that sometimes the heart takes me to places I shouldn't be. Places that are scary as they are exciting and as dangerous as they are alluring.
Sometimes my heart cannot take me to places that lead to happy ending. That's not even the difficult part; the difficult part is when I follow my heart, I leave normal; I go into the unknown and once I do I can never go back.
