The end of my most beautiful feelings — pain, right?

isn’t a pain?

Something in me died. And most of it was yours. Isn’t it painful?

You were once the owner of my best feelings. Have you ever been hurt? Has something ever trembled inside you?

You are right too.

The reason why it hurt me so much was that I had suffered instead of snein.
I don’t really like myself. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not my fault for not loving myself, giving more meaning to people who aren’t worth it than they deserve, including them in your life, pretending to be like me…

I make the biggest mistake of my life by comparing people to myself. In fact, it is necessary to first compare such people to human beings, and then love them. Then you are left as if you were broken. Normally, I love for both of us, I can’t even do anything for myself anymore.

Even though you saw that I was writhing in pain in front of your eyes while my feelings for you were dying, you did nothing and just stood in front of me. And you were only a spectator to that moment. However, a hug, the slightest smile was enough for me.

You have not shared any pity. You always left pain at my door. Whenever I needed you, you were not there. Even though I didn’t need it, you weren’t there. It just wasn’t for me to expect you to be there when I needed you anyway. You should have been with me all the time. I should have been able to find you where I put you in my life. Let’s put everything aside. If you were the character of an article that I love so much, I wouldn’t fall in love with you.

The characterless have no place in the book. You only had a place in my life.

You will not find anyone else, maybe your place in me. Maybe you will be very happy when you go. Maybe you will like it more wherever you go. That is my greatest wish. Love me, understand my situation. The one who does not love will never understand what you love.

The pain he experienced, the disappearance of his best feelings.
It hurt so much.
The tiny pain inside me became worlds.
It hurt…
A small ache could hurt that much.

Some wounds do not heal. It just eases the pain.
It leaves its mark. It doesn’t matter to the one who leaves the mark, nor does it matter.
to carry the scar that you left him.
With the love inside you, the pain you carry
After a while it starts to get heavy.
Do you know what’s going on?
Let alone that it hurts you, at least
the pain it left
You start to be content with carrying it.
To be able to be content with the smallest thing.
If this doesn’t hurt…
No more words needed….