It breaks my heart, seeing that everything’s lost. We were hiding under the same old tree, with the same old raindrops all around us, listening to the same old song. But everything felt different and scary. He was my one and only, my first real love, and I loved him with all of my heart. I’ve spent months crying my eyes out, trying not to break, trying not to go insane. And yes, I’ve survived. But now, two whole years have broken us apart. And we’re not the same kids who used to melt into each other’s arms, nor the same kids who used to believe we were soul mates. No, we’re not those kids anymore. I’ve always believed I’d meet my prince charming one day: I’d fall in love, I’d live happily ever after. And when he broke my heart, I always believed we would get together again, because it was fate and the whole universe wanted us to be together. That belief was the only thing that kept my tiny little heart alive. I believed in that nonsense for so long, that I forgot everything I knew. But it breaks my heart, it breaks my heart seeing this beautiful, soulful love dying in front of my eyes. And it hurts so bad, seeing everything I’ve been through, all the tears I’ve cried, all the pain you’ve caused me, and all the time I’ve lost thinking that one day we’d be together again. I’ve put so much time and energy emphasizing our magical, one-of-a-kind, true love… And now that we finally get along and go out together, there’s absolutely nothing left. Deep down, I know I’ll never find someone like you, someone that will make my heart beat half the times you did…

The rain keeps pouring outside my window. Oh, I hate this stormy weather…