call me naive or stupid, for living and trusting in this fairytale for so long, i believed that you were more than perfect, that you were every girl's version of Edward Cullen. you were my pillar of strength, my daily dosage of happiness, my very form of estacy. you were the one i thought who understood me, who tolerated how spoilt i was. you made me feel like a gem, that i could be everything, everything. it was an experience so surreal, i indulged too much in it. so much so that now, i cant find my own breathing pattern, i forgot how to live by myself.
fuck all you heartbreakers out there.
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