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Today I come to share something that I wrote a while ago, I really had my heart broken and the way I see that is the best way to write, I hope you like it and enjoy it.
Chronicles of a broken heart ...
I keep the account, I keep track of my days and nights without you, of the times I have cried waiting for you to come back, and even of the attempts to talk to you that always end with me in the solitude of my room waiting for a message that will never arrive .
During this time I have asked myself so many things, I live an existence full of confusion. "Could it be that he thinks me?" Or "maybe there is still a small piece of me left ..."
I do not know why to choose me for this, why did you decide that it would be with me who would you play with no matter how slowly you broke my heart?
There are many questions that were left without answers, and perhaps in a way it was better that way, but I admit that sometimes it is impossible for me not to torture my mind thinking about why; I think in your everything that you told me at dawn was true, if the plans we discussed in the future were as yours as they are still mine. The hardest thing is that I do not believe it, I believe that what for me was reality for you were only promises that could not be fulfilled.
I would have liked you to think a little more about your girl, who is a being full of imperfections managed to love you even more, I deserved all those nights of insomnia, those nights of crying until falling asleep when I had only tried to recompose your pieces while yours broke away more and more.
I cried and I cried to see that even giving everything was never enough, but now I know it's not my fault, it's not my fault I've run into a person without a heart, with one of those who enjoy hurting, and it's a pity, I fell madly in love with one of those ...
But it's okay, I know now he walks hand in hand with another of his victims, or maybe she decided to love her. I can only take my pieces and go arming little by little, surpassing everything until it is complete again, because even though it seems chaotic right now I know that this will not be able to destroy me; I live daily an internal struggle trying not to hate you after so much damage, but I think there is still a little bit of good sense in me that makes me realize that indirectly I only say hurting myself.
I have to let you go and wish you to be happy, even if it was in the hands of another person, in the end I think you did not deserve the kind of love that you had to offer, you have to change a lot of you to get to deserve a pure and true love .
It only remains to say goodbye, and if maybe in the future, after so many setbacks, you think of me, you will regret having let me go when I see the person I have become. I pray that fate in the midst of your moves will put us face to face again so that you can see closely the hearts that you broke, and that will be your karma forever. Now I have no more to wish you good life ...
That was it, I hope you liked it and once again I thank you for reading and allowing me to express myself and share these things with you, until next time!
