What really hurts is not our hearts being broken but the temporary forevers, not even first love, but the broken promises, the I-will-never-leave-you kind of talk, we pour out our feelings to those we trust and paint them with love, this feeling makes us feel ecstatic but for a moment, later we learn the forever that ne'er come, that we will ne'er come close, not even in our wildest dreams, at first we dye our hearts red and open the windows and doors to our souls only to invite trouble to tear us apart and broken so bad that we are left with unfixable pieces of us
