And you my dear, will always be my aftermath of loss and love

You and I will always be unfinished business. There are too many words unsaid, too many thoughts unfeltand too many feelings unexpressed.

When I told him, 'I break everything I touch', he said he would break his own heart and use those pieces to fix mine. Is this too good to be true? Is this just my fantasy of him? or is this actually real?

The only question I ask myself is: did we teach each other the meaning of love for ourselves or someone else?

You left me as quickly as you told me you loved me, all in one breath. When I told you I was hard to love, you asked me not to be scared; I believed you. Because even after you swore you weren’t like the others, I didn’t realise you meant you were worse.

You and I will always be unfinished business.