He is the kind of heartbreak that hurts the most. He is pain and disappointment wrapped up in a pair of deep hazel eyes and you can never forget how beautiful you drowned in his colors, how addicted you were to his taste, how poignantly toxic he was. How could you not remember? He was the sweetest ache, the rush of blood when he cut your veins, the headiness when there was nothing left but surrender. He is the heartbreak that hurts the most, but darling, isn’t he the most beautiful one?