Blown to Life..

Originally posted on The Sentimental Guy:
I am sitting on the edge of the terrace, legs dangling in the air. 31-storey up. 3am. Holding a partially filled coffee mug in one hand, my broken heart in the other. WHY..?! WHY DID YOU RETURN IT? WASN’T I LOVING? WASN’T I LOYAL? Ohh! I wasn’t ‘him’.. Yeah?…