I've been shattered, and the only thing that will tape it back up is the person that broke me. I've loved and believed this person since I could remember of my time here on Gaia, but I guess I didn't matter at all....at all.....
I loved him, and he didn't care.
I trusted him, and that didn't matter.
I remained for him, and only him....and yet.....he doesn't believe me.
I guess he has a right to, I guess. To think of me as if I'm untrustworthy. I am insignificant, as you remember. Well, he made me feel important. Like I was worth something when I didn't think I was, like I was wanted, even though I disagreed...
But I guess that feeling, that high of euphoria that he'd given me, was a lie.
A LIE.
Were we a lie?
Was all the feelings he said he felt a lie?
To him, was I some past time?
An inanimate object designed to make ones self feel good by using me and then breaking me as if I were made of fragile, frail, glass?
Yes, I think I was......I loved him, but I don't think he ever believed it. Did he love me? All I can do is pray to God that he did. And if he didn't......well, I can't break any more than I have, can I? I'm crying....no big deal, everyone cries at somepoint. But these.....these tears are different....they are burning me...burning me to no end. And as they burn and hurt me so, I think of him. Hoping he doesn't share my pain, my sadness at his last words to me. Hoping, that he won't ever be burdened by the unrivaled pain of a broken heart.
And who is this man?
This, him I've been speaking of?
His name is Chris. And of that I know. I also know, that he's buried himself within my heart. But now......now.........now he's pried it apart, and let it fall amongst the poisoned pits of sorrow and greif. It appears he's moved on, but I haven't. And I think I ever shant. This I know...
I loved-no. I love him. Even though it seems he's moved on with his life, I can only wish him, a happy one.
Even if it means my own, must come, crashing down.
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