Why did you do this?

Why did you do this?
Why did you break my heart?
We were perfectly fine one day and then broken the next.
You claimed you lost interest.
Every ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’ was not fucking losing interest. 
Every time you kissed me, every time you hugged me, hell when you touched me, there was a spark in your eyes. 
That’s not fucking losing interest.
Something, someone, else did this.
I don’t know what, who, it was but it wasn’t all you.
That’s just fucking bullshit.
You loved/love me. 
You told me you are in love with me.
That doesn’t fucking disappear in a day.
No matter how many times you argue with me, no matter how many times you try to prove me wrong, deep down you know I’m right.
You know.
We both know.
This wasn’t right.
We could’ve lasted longer.
We could’ve had a future together.
But you threw it all away.
For what? For a loss if interest?
No, I won’t except that.
I refuse to except that.
There has to be another reason. 
There has to be.

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