“I’m always going to love you,” she sighed. 

And that’s what makes us bleed – 

knowing we can carry people 

in our hearts but not 

always in our




Because in the end, it was always suppose to be like this. No amount of begging or pleading could’ve changed it. Love is pain – but if you didn’t try, you’d never know, and more often than not, regret cuts deeper than any broken heart ever could.