I'm falling to pieces.

There's no limit on how much you can care for someone,
and no limit on how much.

We can tell ourselves plenty of things. We can say we don't care. We can say we'll ignore that. And we can go all out and pretty much convince ourselves that it doesn't matter anymore.

I can tell myself that you are just my past. I can tell myself that nothing matters now. I can tell myself that when things don't go the way it's planned, i'm okay. I can tell myself that the empty conversations shall not hurt me.

I can tell myself that it's over.


But the feeling keeps coming back to haunt me. It's a never ending cycle.

I pray. Honesty i do. Every single day. Give me strength. I can do this :)