I used to think that I know how to love, that I had it all figured out, that it was always "them" that didn't know how to love me. Now... I'm not so sure. I don't know if I know how to love anything, even myself. My heart weighs heavy from the pain I've caused.
Now... he is leaving, just like the ones before him. I wish I could say something to make him stay, but my words fail me. I see him fading away in the distance; becoming another memory, piercing another hole in my heart.