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The End.   My world collapsed. My heart is shattered.   Oh, so this is what heartbreak feels? It was like forgetting how to breathe. Most of the time, you have no will to do anything… but to wait for that person to come back. My stomach is empty, but I don't have an appetite. I just want to sleep to escape these feelings for a moment. Just for a moment. But who am I kidding? I could even see her in my dreams! My ex-girlfriend and her cold stare are just like the last time we met. However, as if on cue, my heart began to whisper the good days we had— gone days rather. “Do you still love me?” “Do you still care?” “Is there a second chance for us?” Questions were ringing in my ears. I sighed as I stared blankly at the white ceiling of my room. I reminisced how excited we were when we had the chance to be together, since we were both busy. Being able to have coffee with her and talk about anything while being in love is happiness. We were so contented back then— or that's what I believed in. I'm trying to understand that we're over. That she’s not coming back and I should not wait anymore. Well, she didn't tell me to wait. It’s just me and this heart that doesn't wanna let go. It remains faithful to our forgotten love. And before I knew it, tears began to fall from my eyes. I miss her. Nights like this keep suffocating me. I keep on punching my chest continuously, as if it would stop my heart from hurting due to loving her. My silent cries were louder in my head every time this heavy feeling of reality would fall upon me. This feeling is dreadful. The problem is, I can't stop myself from missing her. There were times that I could fool myself that I'd be okay without her, but believe me when I say it’s not even that long before my heart began to call out her name again. I’m in pain. She’s still the cure. But she doesn’t want me anymore. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to think. My pillow began to be drenched in tears but my eyes wouldn't stop. A debate between my mind and my heart is tiring. My heart's on her side no matter what my mind says. Why did we end up like this?