The reasoning is this: I write about the people who break my heart. The fact that now you are the subject of my art means just that, you have succeeded in doing so.
I hate that I put myself through this for someone who doesn’t care about me at all.
The beautiful thing about getting our heart broken is that it cracks us open to raw and powerful emotions that we generally try to avoid. k.
We torture ourselves by remembering the minuscule details about you, just so we can put it down on paper and create something worth reading.