He stood beside my bed, refusing to make eye contact with me. There was this sad, dull feeling in the air.

He was wearing a blue sweater with white stripes running across the chest. His eyes showed nothing but emptiness; eyes which use to be full of feelings and happiness. Feelings and happiness that won't show itself to me anymore.

"No matter how many times I tell you I love you.... You won't be able to say it back." He turned away from me and before he even moved his lips, I knew what he was going to say. "I'm breaking up with you".

He walked out the door, letting it slowly close behind him. It seemed to close in slow motion. I watched the door, hoping he would walk back in and take back everything he just said... But I knew I wasn't meant to fall in love. I was never meant to tear him down with me.

Love has many faces...

It's different for each person. My love was like music....

it gave me chills that I couldn't explain

It made me sad... angry... happy... sometimes insane

I wanted to sing along with this music ...

but all that came out... 

was a Silent Symphony

This was the moment I was waiting for... The moment I had nothing left to lose... nothing left to cry about.... nothing left to keep me bound to this world.

This was the moment I planned.... my suicide.