It's not the breakup that hurts.
It's the fact that he is no longer there to fill your days make it hurts.
You are no longer waking up to the sound of him sleeping soundly next to you.
He will not be there to comfort you when you need shoulder to cry on.
You will never feel the touch of his warm arms when he cuddled you close.
His goofy smile faded as he walked out of your room, without turning his head back.
Maybe this is why we said love is an idea.
I loved him, just because he is always there when I need someone to lean on.
Now I have learned,
Sometimes we just want someone in our lives,
Even if it is not the right fit.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 3:08 AM UTC
It's not the breakup that hurts.
It's the fact that he is no longer there to fill your days make it hurts.
You are no longer waking up to the sound of him sleeping soundly next to you.
He will not be there to comfort you when you need shoulder to cry on.
You will never feel the touch of his warm arms when he cuddled you close.
His goofy smile faded as he walked out of your room, without turning his head back.
Maybe this is why we said love is an idea.
I loved him, just because he is always there when I need someone to lean on.
Now I have learned,
Sometimes we just want someone in our lives,
Even if it is not the right fit.
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