when your heart releases, you won't fall to pieces
You probably hate me by now. I've stop talking to you when I promised we'de stay friends. And I know that you tried to do so. But then you stop trying. And I guess that's alright. I do that a lot you know? I stop talking to people, hoping that when I miss them so much it hurts, they'll still talk to me. I'm selfish I know, but I can't help it. I've probably hurt you more now that we're over than you ever did when we were together. And it's not fair. At least not for you. I get it, I really do. But I found it weird every time you talked to me, I didn't want to talk to you anymore. I needed time, I needed space and you were just so nice that I couldn't tell you that. And then I found some things that I didn't like and I stopped feeling guilty for feeling this way and just got mad. And now... I just don't feel anything. I guess. I really did love you, you know? And I know you loved me too. I felt it and you made me so...