Its not the heartbreak that lasts. It’s the emptiness which follows the tragedy. See, there was a man who you could’ve died for and then one day he doesn’t exist in your world anymore. Whatever the cause, the love given remains forever in debt.
I was a hopeless romantic. From one person to the other giving bits of myself hoping that yep, this just could be it. I miss being hopeful. Because now I know, I was just stupid. You keep loving until you run out of love, and from there on you’re a shell of the girl you knew.
She Was Sea 