Throughout my entire life, I've never truly accepted anything. Just close your eyes, pretend it never happened, and move on. That's why I've been so strong and headstrong since I was very small. I never acknowledged death, never allowed myself to believe they're gone. Things change when you lose someone and yet they're still there.

I fell in love, he broke my heart. History says that I should walk away and forget my heart was ever broken. But there he stands, I have no choice but to remember his lips and his hands and how they moved me. I just can't forget and move on. My heart will never mend, a piece of me will forever belong to him. He's found someone new, she's beautiful, they all are, and I'm so weak.

Loss pulls at my heart, like a broken needle and thread, trying so desperately to mend itself but just opening more wounds on the way. He's in me and surrounding me but he won't let go. Let me stop loving, let me let go, I don't want to belong to you. Yet my heart cries for more as my mind just cries out.

You've got to stop loving him, you're losing yourself.

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