Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I had always known this would happen.
Thinking like this takes me back to the sappy romance stories I heard as a little girl. Why didn't anyone tell me it's not real?
That Cinderella was a product of imagination, that Prince Charming was just an animation.
I thought of what had happened to me. It was nothing that you did. It was something I did myself.
I built my own castle, with you as my Prince. Too bad you didn't want to be.
So now I get it that I have to let you go, but still it's so hard to breathe.
I know your smile, your eyes, how it feels to hug you. But I don't think that's really knowing you, or else I would have prevented my broken heart.
It's to bad I didn't learn that sooner, or else maybe my heart wouldn't be the ragged thing I tore up myself.
My friends tell me to blame you, but you're so beautiful that I can't. That's how pathetic it is.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.