I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me

You've broken me.

I remember the first time your gaze interlocked with mine. I remember trying to ignore the static feeling pulsing through my nerves. I remember your scent of peppermint and green tea. I remember everything about you, you see. I remember our first cigarette together and how much you coughed. I remember how your hand feels interlocked in mine, and sometimes, I swear I can feel a slight squeeze. I remember your deep set, beautiful eyes. I remember the veins protruding from your arms and the porcelain sheen of your flesh. I remember our first kiss. I remember our last kiss. I remember every kiss in between. I remember falling in love. I remember when you entered my life. I remember when you exited my life. I remember not hating being alive. I remember being happy. And see, that’s the thing. I just can’t seem to forget.

You told me that you didn't feel the same way as you did before. You said you were sorry - and then there was silence. Was that supposed to be an explanation? At least, at least tell me why you fell out of love. At least- at least help me understand how the things that meant everything suddenly stood for nothing.

I wanted to know who I was in your world and what I meant to you, but you couldn't give me an answer. The sad thing is that if you had asked me the same question - I've would have known what to say.