I used to be like you once. I remember loving fully, without reservation. Loving with every single cell in my body. The kind of love you only feel once, because eventually someone breaks your heart. I’m not going to lie, I know you feel awfully confused. Lost. You’re trying to figure out what you did wrong but you can’t seem to figure it out. This is the moment were I’m supposed to tell you the “you didn’t do anything wrong” script. Well, I won’t. You poured your heart and soul into the relationship and whenever that happens you end up hurt, and lonely, and broken. Knowing I broke you kills me… I swore I would never make anyone feel like I did. But you persuaded me into believing I was ready to love again. As you can notice, I was not. You loved me whole-heartedly and I did not. Not because I didn't wanted to, believe me I tried. But In the end I couldn't and that's what matters. I know you wish I’d come back, but I know we’ll only end up worse, for time will not start to heal us.

I can feel a void inside of me. One that not even your everlasting love can heal. I am broken and defective. And I destroy everything I touch.

You deserve better.