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At the end of a failed relationship (or short term love story, you can call it what you want), I think of you.

And my heart aches as if it was broken, but there’s this saying that says that no heart is ever broken, that when it hurts, it’s your ego talking.

Oh, but they don’t know what they are saying. They must’ve never loved anybody ever or never felt the same love that I feel for you.

It hurts so bad.

And it’s not only my heart that aches… It’s my head, that’s tired from thinking of you. It’s my body, that’s tired from keeping me from going to you. It’s my soul, that’s tired from trying to crawl off my body and meet her other half…

My body aches from loving you.

And there’s no way this is my ego talking. I’ve shut him down long ago, as I started to learn to let my emotions flow through my veins and get out through the easiest way they could find.

Sometimes it’s tears. Sometimes it’s words. Sometimes it’s this unbearable feeling of nothing…

So tonight, when I looked in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth getting ready for bed and I thought of you and all these words started popping in my head, I knew I couldn’t keep them there.

So I brushed my teeth as fast as I could (my dentist would probably recommend me to go brush them again) and started to write this text about how painful love is.

Because right now, after another failed relationship (or another short term love story, you can call it what you want), once again, I’m thinking of you

Well, if I’m being honest, I have never stopped thinking of you.

At the end of every failed relationship (or short term love story, you can call them what you want), I can’t help but wonder if this would also be our ending if we were together

To be completely honest, I think of you from the start…

At the beginning of every new relationship (before they became failed ones) or long term love stories (before they are cut short), I can’t help but wonder:

What if we had given us a chance?

So here I am, after another failed relationship (or short term love story, you can call it what you want), with my teeth half clean and a broken heart, wondering if all my failed relationships (or short term love stories, you can call them what you want), have anything to do with you.

Because today, so many years after us, my heart still aches from our love story.

And no, this time I won’t let you call it what you want, because I’m calling it as I feel it.