My chest hurts as I look up at his dark bedroom window. I can’t stop picturing the look on his face when I told him I didn’t love him. It used to feel good, lifting him up just to tear him back down. I felt entitled to his pain, but now, it just makes me feel like I want to die. Every time I think about that vacant look in his eyes, it makes me want to rip my own heart out and give it to him.
