The cracks began to show when promises were broken. I assumed the role of a blind when I took note of that, because I was so scared to lose you. Our story used to be a canvas, painted with vibrant colors of love, laughter and joy. But what is left now is a shattered mirror, reflecting the shards of happiness that's lost.

I am strangely tired, not from having talked too much, but at the mere thought of what I still have to say. And I have the words right in my throat but I think they're stuck...