My chest tightens around my heart. I could barely breathe. The more I inhale, the harder it is for me to breathe.
It hurts. Every breath I take hurts. Every breath suffocates me even more.
I’m struggling with it. Not when there are so many questions left unanswered. Questions whose answers I’m dying to know.
A careless whisper of affection is all it takes to stir trouble inside my beating heart.
I’ll be honest with you, I haven’t been taking good care of my heart.
I’ve fallen in love more times than I could count, though I do not know whether you could actually call that love.
Here’s an interesting question:
Why haven't you had a girlfriend yet?