I wish there's a 30-day notice to being broken. So I can prepare. It may not be enough, but a little warning might help.
I remember the day you broke my heart. I was in shock, in disbelief and in a whirlwind of emotions and questions. I blamed myself for not having any idea. I was clueless and very, very dumb-founded. I've never imagined being fooled by you. I trusted too much, believed you'd never let me fall apart.
But you did. And just as love does not come with guarantees, pain does not come with warnings. It will just hurt, whenever.
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