This wasn’t love.
You didn’t break my heart.
This wasn’t friendship.
You didn’t break me.
This was a connection, a belief in something more; it was hope and magic, it was reviving a part of my soul.
So, no, my heart isn’t broken and neither am I.
I just believe a little less and a little less and a little less each time this connection turns out to be only from my side.
I don’t understand it though, a spark is ignited from both sides.
How can I feel it if it was only me, how can I believe it again, if you tell me it was only me?