And it hurts so bad to see you walk away like that, like you don't even care if you're leaving me behind. It hurts so bad seeing you walk away like that without even looking back. Not even a simple a glance.
Sometimes, broken love is like this: “I will still be thinking of you just the same way. I will still be feeling those butterflies in my stomach whenever you are around. I will still look at you with such wonder of how someone so near to perfection came my way. I will still care for you just the same way. I will still pray for you every night before I sleep. But the only difference is you will never ever know.”