There she was: the one I knew that she was right for me. But she did know it? Surprise, surprise, she didn’t. I hate it when it happens: when you think that you have found that special person, but they have broken your heart before your feet has even touched the ground. It also feels like they have ripped out your heart, but because of some weird feeling (called love) you want to go back at any cost.
She leaves me my sight without talking to me, but I know that there is only one place she should be: my heart.
