“I know it was the right thing to cut you out of my life, but if it was the right thing, why does it hurt so much? Why does every moment feel longer and more painful without you in it? Why do I feel so alone at night? Why do I miss you? You hurt me when you were with me, but that doesn’t even compare to how hurt I am without you.”
“Alone. She ignores it all day, keeps busy with school or work or anything to distract her mind. She avoids sleep because she knows she can’t escape it then, the loneliness in her chest. Eventually she has to give in and she hopes she’s exhausted enough to fall straight to sleep. She doesn’t want to let those thoughts in. But she can’t fight it forever. It’s at 2 am, when she lays curled up in bed because she doesn’t want to feel the emptiness, that her mind turns to black. The darkness of heartbreak crashes in and the tears swell in her eyes while her body shakes until exhaustion takes over and she falls asleep. She may get a few hours of rest, but she knows it will all start again tomorrow. The cycle of loneliness. The cycle of missing him.”
— The cycle of heartbreak.
So, you have the audacity to go match with all these girls on tinder, and excessively like as many girls photos as you can (knowing quite well I will see it), only days after we break up, and here I am, at home, all alone in bed crying, wondering why I wasn’t good enough, if you ever even loved and cared about me, and why you are moving on so fast? Did our relationship really mean nothing to you? I didn’t think it was possible to have my heart broken twice in a week but thanks for doing the job. Sigh.
