I don’t really believe in happy ending. Why? Because no matter how happy the ending was, still it ended.
That was now my whole concept of love.
It’s sad how something that was so sweet and perfect can turn into dark so quickly, on how things got twisted. You gave your trust wholeheartedly, and then they take it and run away.
It is sad that the people whom you loved and knew you best are the ones end up leaving you. And you left waking up in the middle of the night, cuddling by yourself on a king size bed, feeling lonely, yelling, crying, smashing things like you were under the influence of drugs that you don’t know what else to do. You exposed yourself, you left everything behind and they still choose to leave.
It’s sad how you can easily lose yourself to someone whom you don’t really know. How much you invest yourself into it. And that you end up losing more than what you get from it.
Nobody understands how painful it was. How you never really know what goes on behind those smiles. I think I pull the wool over somebody’s eyes into thinking that all love is perfect. That is why I’ve been hurt so much when our story ended.
