You once told me how you worry about this big big heart that I have, that it may one day lead to my downfall. But little did we know, you'd be the one breaking me. You broke me through and through. You took all that's left of this big heart you claim to care so much for. And even now, you continue to trample on all the broken pieces because you "can't", but you "had to".
I should hate you - for leaving me the way you did, for insulting all that we had, for selfishly expecting from me even at this point. I should hate you. But I can't. Because this big heart doesn't know how to simply stop caring. It cares to the point of still wanting to do all it can for you even when it no longer has the capacity to. It cares to the point of telling you to stop struggling, to move on and give her your all. It cares to the point of wanting you to be happy, even if it hurts. It cares for you even if you least deserve it. And that's how it truly loved you.
There's never a heart too big. But you must know, even the biggest (broken) heart gets tired.
So please, stop coming back.