I love: Life. Harry Potter. Taylor Swift. Ed Sheeran. HTTYD. "Fictional" stories.
When you break her heart
for the first time, don’t tell her
that you understand, that
you didn’t mean to, that you
will always love her. Why?
Because you’ll be breaking
her heart all over again.
She’ll use your synthetic sympathy
as a crutch, see it as a sign
that you might return someday.
Don’t do that to her, not again.
Don’t make her believe that
there is still a chance, because
you know as well as I do
that there is no fighting chance.
That there are no regrets
lining the walls of your heart.
You broke her into two. So please,
leave her alone to mend
the pain, to fill the emptiness,
to start over without you
in the hopeful parts of her heart.
There are books that one reads over and over again, books that become part of the furniture of one’s mind and alter one’s whole attitude to life, books that one dips into but never reads through, books that one reads at a single sitting and forgets a week later.