I sometimes think about how our perfect Sundays would be. Or at least, how I wish they would be. Maybe breakfast in bed, strolling along the street hand-by-hand, stealing a kiss or two and then snuggling together on the couch watching movies, eating late night pizzas. Those are some of my ideas of loving someone.
See, I don't ask much. Honestly, I can’t take anymore of your fairy tale love; neither I am sure that I can fulfill them for you.
Sometimes, I wish you can be true to yourself. Not all that superficial I-don’t-give-a-damn look that you always portray to others. Because you do give a damn! While you act in such a cold-hearted way, unconsciously you involuntarily did things that prove otherwise. Just get real darling. At least, be real sometimes.
If honesty means being vulnerable to you, maybe you should just let your guard down and tell me if I am worth of anything. Because the truth matters to those who loves you.
So, I have a confession to make. I don’t know how to love you. And I’m afraid that I will never learn or understand how to love you.
This is not a breakup note. But this note is the note explaining how I break my own heart. This is the note of how I let myself shattered my own heart.
Owh by the way, I am the worst heartbreaker you wish you never met. So, if you are trying to break my heart, you don’t have to. Because I have broke my own heart .You should already say goodbye by now :)
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Why do bad things always taste so damn good?
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