I don’t know which I would rather believe; that you never did care or that you eventually stopped. If you never actually loved me, it’s my fault for thinking you did. If you loved me and then stopped it’s your fault for making me think you’d always love me. H.S.
There were many ways of breaking a heart.
Stories were full of hearts being broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream,
whatever that dream might be.