Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Mew Mew.
My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My heart… that's a different story. Our breath mingles in the cold air between us.
I've heard the words. I've cried the tears. I've wished it wasn't him. His hand reached up, and touched my cheek gently. Why'd it have to be him?
Loosing feelings for someone is like… not talking. It's hard to do. I just couldn't do it. I stared into those solemn blue eyes and felt myself drowning.
Just friends… just died. He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against my own.
The truth is awkward and scary. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly, holding me close.
Six months after the breaking of my heart, three words in.
Asking for a second chance would have just been giving false hope. I wanted to rewind but I hot eject on purpose.
The pain is loss.
The loss is gain.
The gain is love.
The love is pain.
Sometimes a broken heart is a masterpiece. Sometimes a broken heart can't be fixed. Sometimes it can.
When I think of him the clock moves backwards.
Maybe I feel bad about it, the way I am with you. Maybe I deserve it, to feel this bad. Maybe what I get from you isn't always the best.
But maybe, just maybe... I love you