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July 24, 2003
Heartbreakers
We broke each other's hearts.
And you said you don't want to talk to me. That you are not ready to talk to me. That you will talk to me when you are ready.
What if you will never be ready?
To talk to me again.
To love me again.
To be with me again.
What if you stop loving me?
What if you forget I ever existed in your life, and perhaps, your heart?
What if you find someone new? Someone you can love more than you'd ever loved me?
What if?
I don't want you to find someone else. I would rather you remain alone for the rest of your life. I am not so noble as to wish you well. I want you to love me till the very last. To the very end. Even if we can't be together.
Because you'd be mine. My very last.
You broke my heart.
And I broke yours.
I guess we can finally call it quits.
That our actions cancel out each other.
To make an equation that comes to naught.
Two broken hearts equals a relationship that can never be. Will never be.
Two broken hearts equals goodbye forever.
I'm sorry I broke your heart. I never meant for things to turn out this way.
But I'm not sure if you are sorry you broke mine. Even when I know you didn't mean for us to turn out this way either.
Posted by lainey at July 24, 2003 01:49 AM