♥ Princehs ♥

"Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else."

I had a pure heart, too soft, and just too innocent. I remember those days when I was just too pure for this selfish, mean world. But I never changed. I kept my innocence alive. I was happy being a good person. I was proud to have a pure soul in this soulless world. But then life happened. I was heartbroken. And heartbreak breaks you into a million pieces. It burns you down to ashes. You can recollect your pieces to become what you were. But sometimes, you can’t be the same person again. The pieces just don’t fit back together. The cracks stay. The bitterness seeps in. The darkness stains you. And you become what you never were. I became heartless after that storm. I just completely lost my faith in people. It shivers my soul to even imagine someone getting close to me again. I am so scared of crying again that I have forgotten how to smile. I swear you do lose that happy, real smile. Everything becomes hard, even making a new friend. You can’t even force yourself to trust people. It becomes too hard to act normal.