You’re ripped at every edge, but you’re a masterpiece.
We were in a good place again. And I got carried away. I was always so light, so hopeful and in the same time so terribly wrong. Last moment of hope was gone and with it so much more. A strong smile and a warm stomach ache.
All is gray. And skies let the hope fade away.
Even if I may, I will never learn how to properly behave.
Once my heart is broken.
You can feel sad and broken once in a while, but the hardest moments are always the ones when you remain strong and act like everything is okay. Writing to someone close “It’s all okay. Don’t worry about it. :)” is most definitely the hardest thing to do while you are breaking, piece by piece.