"a case that will always freak me out."

A case so (??)

I beg just for you. Without you I can't live, so what's the point of trying to move on? The words so light yet so heavy, in my heart at least. Maybe I should've taken the hint of my heart not belonging to yours when your tongue was knotted when I said I love you. Why are you leaving me? Was I not enough? My heart is throbbing with agony while you're here living your best life. Tell me, will we ever meet in another life? The hope I have for you is very low. If I was just better, prettier, and smarter would you love me back? Should've I lost weight? Biting my nails for days desperately wishing that you would change your mind and come back to me. My brain feels like a series of long thoughts yet short process. The pain is hurting me, knowing it doesn't have the same effect on you makes me wake up. Was our relationship ever that serious anyway? Or was it just you acting and feeling pity for me. If I was a better man I would've treated you better but I've already given you all I have, my broken heart can't do anything no longer. By day and day it feels like I'm growing emptier without you by my side, your such tender yet fake affection eating my body away for not being there anymore.

Looking at our photos I wonder how I was so deep into it not noticing your obviously fake smiles. My heart is turning into thousands of little pieces, can I ever put them all back? I can't. Because you've already taken my heart, and it can no longer take another. The last day without you was pure torture. Your text read from a few months ago, it could do so much to such a fool. I wonder, as my heart is bleeding how you'd react. Would you find another heart, or would you just be so heartbroken you can't go to another guy? Who knows, I'm already bleeding the blood. May the blood paint all of your body, knowing that you caused everything. I want you to feel the pain I've gone through, I want you to go through massive guilt. I hope you never find peace and quiet, to always be tormented by the memories.

- Whoever is reading this, I hope it's the person I'm talking about.

Love, HaN.