It's just as well for all I've seen
I'm thinking too much tonight. Thoughts of time passed and my inability to express these thoughts. My failure at trying to be a person of no regrets, yet regret builds a maze of paradox within a logical mind. How could I have done it any other way? Was it possible to shield my heart and still my tongue? To tell myself that giving up early was the best option?

No. I would not have given up. That is the stubbornness of me, blinding logic with love, and loving till I don't. The crassness of ending relationships sounds so vulgar against the valour and idealism of eternal love, that simply not loving anymore is not an option. A contradiction of what love is. Or is it?

'Saving myself the heartbreak' just doesn't work for me. And though I know how much it hurts, many times over, i'd still do it again. And again. And again.

And honestly? It scares the fuck out of me.

It makes me feel a little fragile. A little thin. But if I can't trust you, who can I trust?

In every heart there is a room,
A sanctuary safe and strong,
To heal the wounds of lovers past,
Until a new one comes along (...)
And I will share this room with you,
That's if the choice were mine to make.
But you can make decisions to,
And you can have this heart to break.