the pain of a broken heart
The pain of a broken heart She always made me feel like a prince. Telling me a lot of stories that drove high my olfactory love for her. She made me believe she was always going to be there for me. The let gone pain is rolled into a burst again if I should remembe r all the best moment shared while growing up. Instances like walking home together, cracking jokes into the fathom of our joy Mommy was not really encouraging it, to see me happy was an epitome of development to her. Long vacations were spent together at her place or my place. The rise of the emotion broke into pieces when what was not expected happened. All this while being spent together in its vision blurred conduct. She was having a radial affair with my own biological brother. I called and told her I could not make it to her place because I was going to visit my uncle in town. She caused me to believe she was angry at me when she aske...