I want to hate him so much, but my heart won't let me.
I still love him, but I just can't let him go. He's screwed me over so many times, that I just can't take him back. Why can't my heart just understand that? Is this what love is? Love isn't supposed to be like this, but I guess life ain't a fairy tale, But why couldn't it be? Being heartbroken sounds just like it feels, being broken without a first aid kit. The pieces of my heart I have left want him back, the pieces he has broken. Why can't my heart just understand that?
