Girl broken heart

My first break-up. Its not that I was dying to achieve it and am very proud of it, I just didn’t realise it would happen to me. I guess nobody does, so lost in each other’s love. One doesn’t really give it ample thought as long as the fake promises and lies keeps the other at bay. Atleast it was true for me.

To wake up every dark morning and think of his is a torment. Every morning I wake up and my first thoughts are.................. Another day! How am I gonna pass this? I should stop thinking about his. She doesn’t care for me. I shouldn’t too. I must be strong. I miss my soulmate. Miss his voice, his hands in mine, his suppressed smile, that funny mark on his face, that nodding of his head to every agreement ,that face she makes to every dislike, his cute nose and beautiful chins the dark lines under his eyes…his kiss…everything.’But I realized one thing love is not you and me mixture of emotions Miss you....