Nothing ever lasts. That “forever” doesn’t exist. Why am I to blame because I thought we were honest? How do I get blamed for loving more than I should? They were right that nothing ever lasts… when our time is up, our heart only ends up broken. Isn’t it crazy to think that maybe something could last forever? I’ve always been crazy to believe in love and that it lasts. I’m being punished for believing, better yet, for caring. They said where the heart is, is where there is love. I guess that’s where we went wrong. Because you never had a heart in the first place.
I learned too late that you weren’t capable of love.
