I stopped feeling when his space in my bed became air.

When I held her, I still felt this invariable sense of loneliness. Like maybe her mind was somewhere else, because maybe, I wasn't good enough. I got so over the infinite chase of her heart, so I broke it.

I remember warm embraces, the comfort in them, the knowing he cared against all odds. And I broke the barrier between thinking and feeling. I let him all in, but there was nothing to see: after all I had went through, I was empty....

I never felt the full of her, emotionally. While she claimed she was taking so many chances, her words still tasted sour, so I decided that she must be feeling what she said against what she wrote.

I never lied to him, I never wrote what I didn't feel; so, it must be true that my heart is crushed. And the venom ? I just didn't want to seem to be getting ahead of myself.