The Big Black Book

He was the love of my life. He in fact still is.
He made me realize I was not all stone like I thought I was.
He showed me what desire was, why I laugh, that I was still a kid, care-free, in his arms.
He understood what I wanted, what I regretted.
He wanted to win my heart instead he ripped it off in his hands. It is not his fault. Thus I don't repent. It's all mine. It's I who left. I who feared. I who made a mistake. I who let him go.

I am not asking it back, I don't think I am worth it.
Hold it tight to your life.
Crush it or cherish it. It's your call, X.

Dedicated to: You know who, me be your Ching Xan Su.

Everyone out there! Don't freak out! =) Me, just wanna try my hand at writing on heartbreaks. I haven't really experienced love or heartbreak. Wait, I lie, remember?