"We were in love. At least I thought we were. Then he decided he hated me. I try not to care, when people say they hate me, but I did. The feeling of being hated hurt the most from him. I suppose because I actually cared. I guess because he tricked me. He ripped my heart from my chest, still beating, tore up my insides, let my love bleed out all over the floor. I was stoic to allowing the rest of my existence to just fade to black."
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ｗｉｔｈ ｌｏｖｅ，
RomanceThere are two kinds of people in this world. Those that are in love, and those that are brokenhearted. I think most of us wish to be those in love. ----- ☪ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ wᴏʀᴋs.
