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“No tiene nada de malo que te rompan el corazón,lo verdaderamente malo es que permitas que te lo sigan rompiendo”

I am without words and without thoughts. I am alone. I am hurt. I wish that I weren’t forgotten and that is the simple truth

Maybe we’ll meet again, when we’re slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.

People say you aren’t worth the tears but I can’t keep them from coming.

The first time I cried that hard was when we ended. The second time was when I realized that I just lost my best friend.

No matter how much I was there for you. No matter what I said. No matter how much I loved you. It wasn’t enough. You never got better.

When you lose the love of your life, it doesn’t matter if you’re 13, 39 or 80. It’s going to hurt for the rest of your life.