“The bridges we crossed. This time, I’m not following anymore. You crossed the bridge without looking back. For once in my life, I wish I mattered enough for you to look back. I stared as you reached the end and I sealed my own fate. I won’t matter enough. I burned the bridge, and it was like throwing the last broken piece of my heart away. I didn’t need these pieces, but it hurts when I throw them anyway. and I hope you realise, it’s all too late.”—
Another night spent thinking, crying over you. A night where your head was probably high up in the clouds while you live in your own happy bubble. I hate myself for caring. I hate myself for having a heart that cares more than yours.