I’m starting to realize what it’s like to have your heartbroken, it’s not being cheated on. It’s not watching someone you love with someone else. It’s holding on to the love you shared with that person. The love that you, yourself only have at this point. Slowly dragging it out & ignoring the truth because you still want to believe there’s still hope… even when there is none. Watching that person get farther and farther away, whilst you hold onto them slowly loosing your grip to them. At the end of each day, you’re torn, bruised & broken.. but you wake up the next morning and do it all again because the pain subsided from yesterday. And you end up watching yourself doing it all over again, without even thinking about it. You loose control of your emotions & it’s like you’re on autopilot. You do what you know. Each day, you never realize the more & more damage it does. Until there comes the day where you see how bruised, battered & torn you are. But yet again, you repeat the process. That’s heartbreak. It never ends, because you never let go. Even when there’s the world against you.. with no one else in your corner. As you see the one person you thought you had in the corner, remove themself from your life. You’re in love with the memories, the person they were.. the false hope you give yourself that it’ll be different, each & every day. It’s like you’re in an endless loop, it’s literally loosing your mental, emotional & physical stability.