He held me, in his arms. An embrace, a friendly one. I wanted to hold on forever, but I knew I had to let go, what isn't mine anymore. My heart shattered into tiny million pieces. His warm embrace and addicting smell still lingers onto me. I know I'm not supposed to latch onto him, but how could I? He was my everything and I was his everything, and now I am nothing. Is it wrong to still love a person whom you weren't meant to be with? Is it wrong to still want that person even though he's not yours? Is it wrong to still get angry and jealous whenever he's talking to other girls? I wish all these questions could be answered. I don't know how love works, but I still wish and hope he'll come back to me. And if ever he did, I would welcome him back with open arms because I know I still love and care about him deeply. It still hurts, even if he'll ask how I'm doing, I'll put on a brave face and reply "I'm well thank you, things have been amazing!" but deep down I'm slowly dying and grieving for someone I've lost, he will never know how much it hurts. He wont be there anymore to see how I'm doing, or to ask if I'm okay when I feel like shit, or to make me smile and laugh again, or even to say how much he loves me. It hurts but I still have to carry on with life. And with that last embrace, I felt my world falling apart, and there is no one there to save me, from myself
#dyingontheinside #butsmilingontheoutside
