I really wish your words about loving me were true. You couldn't even look me in the eyes while breaking up. Were you afraid to see broken heart? I really tried hard for you to break my walls. I even fought with my family to protect you. Why can't you see this? That I was struggling to make you happy. That's how fucking love works to make other person happy, to see them smiling, to help them, to hear them, to be with them no matter what. I hope our relationship gave you something to think about. Because I fucking can't stop thinking and it's killing me.