Remember the day when someone you love stared at you intensely, studied your physique with hollow eyes, touched you with smooth and burning palm, and turned his back at you as if what he saw is nothing but a broken piece of mirror. That’s what you’ve allowed to happen when you let him in. When you started making thoughts that you thought were brought by him, when you allowed yourself to fall into the abyss with nothing but petty, delusional illusions, when you showed him you care even if he doesn’t give a damn about you, when you buried yourself in his cold arms, when you cried on his apathetic shoulders, when you created the word love instead of infatuation, when you thought lackadaisical approaches were just momentary and seasonal.
THAT WAS THE DAY YOU TURNED YOUR BACK AT YOURSELF AS IF WHAT YOU SAW WAS NOTHING BUT A BROKEN PIECE OF MIRROR. Believe me, YOU ARE COMPLETE ON YOUR OWN, HE DOESN’T COMPLETE YOU.