Broken heart

I sit here thinking, where did it all go wrong? As i look at her old photos, i wonder, why couldn't i make her happy? What did i do wrong? Love. I thought for the longest time that i loved her, and i guess in a way, i love who i thought she was. She promised a million times, that she wouldn't leave me. She told me over and over how she loved me. I remember the night my heart stopped beating, at least that's how it felt.

I was happy. Hanging out with my friends when i felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, instantly a pit formed in my stomach. I unlocked my phone and opened the message. I stared at the screen for wait seemed like eternity, trying to process what i was reading.it wad a simple message, it read " i can't be with you anymore". Before my brain could think of what to do, another message appeared. " i never really loved you". And then i was blocked. I stopped breathing, a tear sliding down my cheek. The weight of what i lost hit me like a frieght train. I was depressed for several days after. Even a year later i still look at old photos and wonder what i did wrong. But i have accepted it.

Some peoples destiny is to be alone.