You know that empty feeling? That empty feeling when somebody breaks your heart? It’s like someone puts a knife through it. You can’t breathe for a few moments. You wait for something to happens. Something to help you breathe again. But it doesn’t happen, so you need to start breathing again on your own. Slowly and painful you start living your life way different than back then. You’re changed, you’re a different person right now. There will be better days when you laugh more often and maybe you think that you’re slowly recovering, but there will always be some nights when you just break down. You start wondering if it was your fault. “What if it is because of me? What if that’s why people always leave my life like I am a piece of shit? what if I really am a piece of shit?” But no darling, it’s not because of you, and it’s not because of them as well. It wasn’t meant to be, just because he left you, that doesn’t mean you loved a bad person. It’s okay crying over someone,I know that you’re not the type of girl to sleep with someone else instead, you’re the type of girl that prays for him in the middle of the night even if probably there’s another girl in the same bed you once slept with him…