To the guy who hurt her.

This is a letter to the guy, who hurt her. I know you're reading.

A friend of mine told me once, that love is for the brave.

Love is all about taking risks and bearing consequences. You could lose your heart, worse, you might lose yourself. Once you start to catch feelings, you will also start to develop many kinds of fears; the fear of losing, the fear of not being good enough, the fear of being unable to protect that lovely person, the fear of distance and many sorts. To love means to surrender. You give love and you have to be sincere about it. You give love because you love, though you might not receive love in return. Hence, love you dumbass, is for the brave.

Attachments make you commit to something that might not even be there. That’s the scariest thing about it. You couldn’t put this person out of your mind, yet that person might not even think about you. You could be so busy, you can’t even breath right, yet in between breaks you deserve, you sit there and wonder if that person doing okay. You have weird urge to trust, to cling on, to rely onto, to protect, to understand, to love this person. To follow these urge is easy, but not the thoughts at night that come along with it. Is this person feels the same? Will this person stays if I tell him to? Is this going to be a mistake? Is it possible that I would later on sleep with the pain I used to sleep with, again? Oh my god, why do I have to care so much? It’s scary and she's afraid yet you dont care. 

Words are cheap, yet we fall for it. Each and every time, words deceive us. When you want something to work out, you don’t say, you work it out. When you aint happy with something, you change it. You always have the power to change something; it’s the willingness to do it makes a difference. When things start to go wrong, you face it and you fix it. The thing about words is that words allow you to communicate. If you just wonder, you’ll never know. So you have to ask. If you want someone to know, you can’t hide, you have to let them know. Don’t use words to speak empty promises; that is betrayal. Don’t use words to comfort a lie; that is unfairness. So be a man of your own words. But boo you, you aint a man for her.

Mind you my friend, I told you there's no turning back once she's coming back hurting. She was happy, you destroyed her. Go on rotting, go to hell and stay for a while. She aint coming back.