It’s the worse. You learned what love was, and you were so happy ‘bout it. You both lasted a long while, all jolly, all loved, all “cute” to others sight, and then you both fall apart. It’s a torture, especially when you have so much material memories in your possession. You look at them telling yourself, “What the fuck happened? It was perfect.” And for a long term, all you do is reminisce wanting everything back.

Oh, young love.