It's the worst kind of heartbreak because you experience the purest, most tender, and selfless love. And at the same time, you are drug through hell and back. But... at the end of the day you still cling onto the light at the end of the tunnel. However dim it may be. It's the hope that breaks your heart. Hope is neither rejection nor reassurance. You can't hold on too tight, or move on.
All you want to do is ask for that confidence, but that's too selfish. All you have are the memories and the fleeting promises. Its the slowest, most drawn out kind of heartbreak. Ah, the letters you would write if he wasn't where he was. But life being fair as it usually is, you cant. So you keep it all bottle up.
It's the biggest leap of faith I've ever taken. It's wonderfully scary how much power you have over my heart.
It's the worst kind of heart break because you can never determine whether or not it is, heartbreak.
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