And the worst type of heartbreak isn’t one induced by a sudden reveal of wrongdoing, but by gradual loss of feelings.
Watching you change, your eyes change. The way you look at me slowly become less whimsical, your eyes and expression hardening, no longer showing the softness I used to inflict on your soul.
It wasn’t seeing the Florida sunset for the first few times, but for the ten thousandth time, and losing amazement in it.
It’s hearing your voice lose the timbre of love and sincerity.
Watching you change has planted the seeds for the worst type of heartbreak: you falling out of love with me.
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Ana Marynska
I've been writing for a while but never thought it would amount to anything. Figured I would share some stuff :)
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