I wish there were an antibiotic for curing heartbreak.But I am sad you threw me away like a rag doll. I am happy that I had a chance to share a little bit of my life with a beautiful person like you. Everything that goes up has to come down and so did our relationship. I always thought we were invincible, but I was wrong.I become sad when I think about how you broke up with me-not because you broke my heart but because our beautiful relationship couldn't go the distance.Just like there's a crackling sound when a beautiful vase breaks, my body experienced a thunderous shake when my heart shattered into a million pieces.What I won't cherish is the way we parted ways, dunking out all memories in the sewer called heartbreak. I will always cherish the time I spent with you and the dreams I saw with you.
You've taught me the cost of being in love with someone like you who knows no mercy or forgiveness. A broken heart is the worst punishment of love.What do I do? Where do I go? How do I get on with life? If I could get one chance to change anything in my life, I would have changed our relationship so that we would have never come to the point that we have right now.But after you broke my heart, I have reached the end of the world. I've heard that the easiest way of dealing with heartbreak is moving on.When the twain shall meet again, we may be able to create the spark of our romance once more.Now you've gone away and I don't know what to do. You were my reason to live, laugh and love.And there's nothing that I can do to make the pain go away. But I wake up to realize that it is the bitter truth. Every night I console myself by saying that our break-up is just a bad nightmare and a figment of my imagination.Glass can be rebuilt, but what about my heart? I can't believe you broke my heart as if you were smashing a piece of glass.I changed myself for you, and you changed yourself for someone else.There's no more bitter pill than a broken heart, and no sweeter thought than to think that it is a passing nightmare.There's nothing worse than a lost friend and a scathing heartbreak, and with you gone now, I have experienced both.Love and passion, oh what a cruel combination. If passion were a woman, I'd tell her how much I enjoyed her when I was in a relationship with you. If love were a man, I would hang him to death because of how much heartache he's given me.A broken heart can be far worse than any other pain.
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