It ends here

One day before our second anniversary, we broke up.

I'm tired.

Didn't know that's possible but it was. It was real.

A feeling of repetitively stabbing you on your chest that makes you numb.

The cycle where you don't even know how to end.

A love that you selflessly hold on to, suffocating yourself, thinking what's coming next even when you knew, from the beginning, ain't nothing left.

I loved him.

Loved his gentle caressed. His deep voice. His words linger onto my neck choking me for more.

I fell from a love that continously break me, I fell from something that doesn't make a cup of coffee that I love every morning, a movie that I repeatedly watch every midnight, and a dream that I would never want to wake up to.

I fell from a love that will tire me off.

I loved him it made me someone I'm not and a person that couldn't go back to where she were 2 years before she fell into a trap.

I loved him...with whole my heart...with everything I could give for.

We're almost reaching 2 years, but I already took my last care...I'm tired.