Exacerbation of heart failure

If ever there’s to save, I’d like to save myself.

Just because, the pain is consuming… almost everyday of the week arguing about random things, is too much to handle. I’ve always believed love is not only about butterflies, it is about dream, control, motivation, faith, support and trust. I guess I’m not a good cook/baker, I didn’t able to manage all the ingredients I wish perfect love could have.

Or maybe I became too weak, I needed someone to hold to… unfortunately, what I felt was holding to someone who does not even bother to bring me up to save me. I became too dependent, I lost myself in something  i thought I might have forever, which is why I needed myself to be alone and free… to stand with my own feet.

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