"If love becomes too painful then it's time to let that love go and save yourself. You have to keep this in mind because you'll be able to find another love but not another self"

I remember how for the last Valentine’s Day he gave me flowers but no card,

How he would look off into the distance whenever we were dining out,

How he would nod absentmindedly as I filled the deafening silence with my words,

How my hand would creep across the table to hold his,

How he would always let go first,

How our dates would always be cut short,

How his “I love you’s” became forced,

How they stopped altogether,

How he started coming home late,

How I was left with this heartache,

How his clothes smelled of perfume,

Ones I did not use,

How his affection lessened,

How he became distant,

Yet, I remained by his side,

He gave me pain,

 I gave him love,

He brought tears to my eyes,

While, I wanted nothing more than to be the reason for his smile,

Some may say I’m crazy, (I am)

For staying with someone who could care less,

But he’s the only thing I know,

He’s my home even though I’m not his anymore,

He’s my love,

He holds my heart,

And how can someone live without his heart?

“You’re back”

Her orbs lit up at the sight of her loved one, he had come home late (yet again) and she had been patiently waiting for him. She missed him, seeing how she barely saw him nowadays, she terribly missed him and wanted nothing more than to be buried in his warm embrace, a place that has become foreign to her as of late. He briefly glanced at her before staggering towards the bedroom (he had been drinking again) and as the brunette tried to help him get into bed a sweet smell hit her like a fire-truck, he had spent the night with someone else. Her vision blurred at the thought of him cheating on her (she should have gotten used to this pattern by now) but what hurt her the most was the way he dismissed her touch with a glare, telling her harshly to simply “go away”. She had been waiting for him all day and the first words he greeted her with were “go away” not an embrace (as she had hoped for) not even a kiss, nothing, nothing at all. Did he really hate her that much? Did he? But she loved him. And because she did it hurt all the more.

They weren’t always like this. They were once happy. They were once in love.

He used to kiss her goodbye every morning and hug her at night as they slept.

He used to tell her he loved her,

He used to show her how much she meant to him,

He used to be good to her,

He used to love her,

But not anymore,

Clearly not anymore.

Can someone fall out of love with someone else?

Apparently they can,

Apparently he did.

She should have left him,

She should have a long time ago,

But she couldn’t,

She didn’t want to,

Why?

Because she loved him, (She still does)

She should hate him,

She should, (She knows that)

But she can’t bring herself to do so,

She just can’t.

“Why are you still with him?” Sehun had asked her one day.

The girl looked at him with a bittersweet smile.

“Because I love him”

The latter shook his head in disbelief.

“He doesn’t deserve you” he had added.

Maybe he was right.

But she loved him enough to put up with the pain he’s been giving her.

She loved him enough to fight for “them” if there was still a “them” in the first place.

She looked at his sleeping figure.

He was next to her.

Yet, the bed felt cold.

So cold.

She cried herself to sleep that night. (Like she has done the past few days)

“I’m not hungry”

He barely glanced her way as he opened the door.

“Don’t wait for me, I won’t be coming home tonight”

And just like that he left.

She looked at the untouched food, tears streamed down her face.

Why am I doing this to myself?

As her brown orbs roamed the room, she caught sight of a framed picture.

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