There's something about heartbreak after heartbreak that can make a person want to stop trying and if you say otherwise then you're lying or stronger than most. With heartbreak you can't help but overanalyze what went wrong and when it did, it's as if you truly believe you could change the past. You stand in front of the mirror and you look at yourself closely. Maybe if I looked like this or had a little less of that, maybe then I wouldn't be the one left feeling insecure. It's the nights in bed wondering why this has to be way things are, why every guy reaches a point where they no longer feel interested enough to hang in. Maybe this is my tragic flaw. The flaw of caring too much and loving too fast. The flaw of trying too hard when the other person sits and watches. You spend your nights praying this isn't your future, that this is a stage, but one too many years makes you feel otherwise. This is the thing that makes the happiest person lose hope and this is what ruins me.
RelationshipsFeb 22, 2017
The Season Of Leaves Falling, Just As I Once Did For You
And see where it left me?
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