I want you to feel. I want you to feel my pain. I want you to feel the pain of waking up, alone when you can't even remember falling asleep.
I want you to feel my pain. The pain of standing in your wedding dress and no longer feeling beautiful, because the love of your life isn't there to say it.
I want you to feel the pain of starring at your wedding ring and knowing you'll never see the one to match it.
The pain of knowing it wasn't a dream and the love of your life is gone never to see you again.
Do you feel it? Do you feel my pain?
I want you to feel the pain of knowing he wasn't a dream and all you woke up from was your happy fairy tail and you wake up to a horrifying reality.
Can you feel it? Can you even fathom my pain?
My pain of knowing. Being broken hearted, is a lot like having a broken rib. I mean on the outside everything looks fine, but every breath hurts.
You can't feel my pain. But you can fathom away.
Trying to forget someone you've met, is like trying I remember someone you haven't.
It's impossible, and trying only brings more pain.
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Andrew's not so happy ending... I might write a sequel...
