freedom of heart

I stop loving you because I feel I was treated unfair

The one loved you so much got the least attention

Sum up my hurts, eventually love has gone, many questions remain

I don’t want to have a fight, but I cannot be the one always hurt myself to avoid hurting others…

I’m not a saint, I don’t want to become a saint for you. I’m sorry.

This world has too many ungrateful people, including me.

The one who broke the glass left the house, remain me sweeping the floor and got frustrated seeing that person came back being greeted warmly by you–

I’m tired…

I’m sorry to have a fight, a quarrel with you, but this should be the last time because somehow love gone, left only ignorance and I feel kind of relieved.

Love no longer bind me.

They said heart is broken but I’m grateful it broken, at least now it I know I can be alive and feel so free ever since.