I was willing to fight for him! I knew it was the drinks that were making him brave, confessing his love for me, but I was too hung up on having him near me, beside me, in me, to even give a damn.
Here we are now.
Me running, like I always do, but this time, with a broken, ruined, cold heart. I have never felt pain like this before. Pain that manifested inside my heart that has gone ahead and iced my veins and sent a course of lightening throughout my body where all I want to do is scream on the top of my lungs. I never knew love could hurt this much.
How could he sleep with someone else?
Was his whole confession of never sleeping with anyone else a lie too?
Did he just want to f**k me then break me?
I can't do this.
This is unrelenting pain.
This, this is, just, f*****g bulls
