Sometimes I wonder how it would be if we were still together... Would we still be miserable? Or happy? Because I feel that my heart would still be broken. I'm stronger now, but more fragile than before. I actually live my life scared that I will never fall in love again because of that damage you caused, my soul remains restless in fear for the things I may never have or may never experience, that perhaps the life I imagined for myself will only exist in my imagination.
Never lose your self