#082015

If what we had was not real, why does it hurt so much? Why do I keep coming back to our promise when I know it was an empty one. Why did you even make that promise when you knew you won’t be there to fulfill it? Was I a wine cork to stop the hole in your heart from spilling its contents – so easily disposable and replaceable? What I saw in you was not what was real. Why did you place all my hope on an empty promise?