Again. FREEWRITING

Here I am, again. Another Thursday at the library, again. 

Alone, again.

And I wonder… Why are you doing this to me? What have I done so bad? Do I deserve this? All I’ve done since I’ve met you is care about you and is this the way you pay me back? 

—“Yes, let’s break her tiny, dark, iced heart into pieces, who cares?” —You may think.

Some months ago, I would have thought the same if I was other person… Who would like to have a person like me wandering around?

But… Bloody hell… 

Maybe now my heart is growing bigger. 

Maybe now it is becoming colorful. 

Maybe the ice is melting. 

But you have left me. 

Alone, again.