Unsent Letters.

heartbreak.

There are 2 different types of heartbreaks.

The first one is when you get your heart broken by someone or something. A boy, perhaps. You give your heart to someone in hopes that they would take good care of it, but instead they smashed it to the ground in a million pieces and walked away, leaving all your shattered feelings, hopes and dreams on the ground without a single ounce of regret or hurt in them.

The other one is when you break someone else's heart, which in return breaks yours as well. 

I broke someone's heart today, and it broke mine just as much.

I never would have imagined this day to come. I never imagined myself as a heartbreaker, instead of the heartbroken. But I broke his heart for all the right reasons.

When I realized how much hurt I caused him, I wondered if I had made the right decision. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I should tell him to come back, and have him run back into my arms and kiss him till my lips swelled up, and hugged him tight till my arms bruised, and vowed to never let go ever again. 

But then I realized that I couldn't lie to myself anymore. And as much as it pains me to say this, I don't have a choice but to say; I don't love him the same way he does.

I don't have that burning passion he does for me. I lost my flame 2 years ago, when he left me an empty vessel and chose her instead of me. His flame continued, but mine burnt out. I lost that spark that was once there. I lost it when he made me his second best choice. 

He claims to have changed, and I haven't a single doubt that he hasn't. But it's not the trust issues; it's that faith has a different destiny for each of us, and it isn't with each other.

I'm sorry that I have to do this, but I love you not.