You are killing me. I hurt inside. Every time you build me up you only let me down. The meaning of love was so blinded in your eyes you couldn't see what the word really meant and what you had to lose. But I'm writing only to thank you for opening my eyes to the cruel and unkind world of love.
Love had never affected me in the way you compelled it to. Before we met, I was young, foolish, living life like nothing else mattered. I couldn't be hurt; a wall was built up around my heart waiting for a gladiator to come knock it down, freeing my soul to love and to be loved back. Determined I was to never let a human hurt me the way the tragic heros Romeo and Julie were hurt. An image was planted in my mind of the perfect relati
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