There was a time when I could feel my heart but I didn’t understand whether it was beating or not. A time when living seemed so suffocating and maybe there are still times like this... but you know when people say it does get better I didn’t use to believe that. But now when I think it back to the time when everything just fell apart and compare it to now, time did so much. Time does so much that you cannot even imagine how much slowly and gradually the intensity of pain that you felt then and as to how you feel now there's a huge comparison between them both. Everything fell apart in front of your eyes and you just had to watch and let it shatter. I wanted this to end and maybe the only end I was thinking about then was the end of my life because living seemed pretty much the same thing. This heart was dead. I couldn't feel a thing, I couldn't understand anything, couldn't eat, sleep, what was the point seemed like you pretty much were dead anyway right? But no. I was wrong. Wrong in so many ways, the amount of priority you give to situations, to people isn't even worth anything. Because at the end of the day these are the people that kill your heart but they live. You kill your heart for people? For temporary people, who probably won't even be in your life in a couple of years time. Do you ever think about this?
