When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up, is the hardest part.
-crushed with sorrow or grief.
Thank you for not breaking my heart. You we're the first. You were the first person to care about me under no conditions. Love me for every inch of weird loud craziness I have in me. Now of course, I've moved on. And you have too. But just know, while I may not have loved you, it was clear you loved me. So thank you. You taught me how to show you love someone.