No matter how far i would go, there will always be a piece of me dying every single moment. It dies every time i think of you and the fact that i cannot have you simply because i can't .
That from this moment onwards, I ought to live in despair, because the moment i knew that i had found the better half of my soul I had to keep it to myself . I'd rather not feel this way again. I Loved you so much that it kills me now. To end this love is far way harder than to kill myself.















