“I can’t love again!”

“I won’t love again!”

“There is nothing in this world that can make me love again!”

“My heart is super-bound with nothing but blood, leaving behind zero space for anything else, let alone something called love. No more love!

My fragile heart is shattered; bleeding with regrets and sorrow; completely broken beyond repairs. It cannot be fixed by anyone else, except Abigail Aboagye, the only one who has access to the source code of my heart. She is partly to blame for this deplorable state that I find myself.

All those pretty little smiles she wore on her face; all those never-ending hugs she gave me; all those free night calls we had; all those sugar-coated words she said to me were nothing but mere pretense. Big lies! Pure deception! They were just her ways of killing boredom, something I took for love.

I’ve been tricked. I’ve been cheated. I’ve been used like a blood donor whose generosity has been taken for granted. Call me whatever name you want; it doesn’t matter, because I just can’t love anymore.

The scar she left on my heart is so visible; too dark to be lightened by any other girl. This feeling is so haunting; it might keep me single for the rest of my life, even though I do not wish to live like a Catholic priest.”

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“I can’t love again!”

“I won’t love again!”

“There is nothing in this world that can make me love again!”

“My heart is super-bound with nothing but blood, leaving behind zero space for anything else, let alone something called love. No more love!

My fragile heart is shattered; bleeding with regrets and sorrow; completely broken beyond repairs. It cannot be fixed by anyone else, except Abigail Aboagye, the only one who has access to the source code of my heart. She is partly to blame for this deplorable state that I find myself.

All those pretty little smiles she wore on her face; all those never-ending hugs she gave me; all those free night calls we had; all those sugar-coated words she said to me were nothing but mere pretense. Big lies! Pure deception! They were just her ways of killing boredom, something I took for love.

I’ve been tricked. I’ve been cheated. I’ve been used like a blood donor whose generosity has been taken for granted. Call me whatever name you want; it doesn’t matter, because I just can’t love anymore.

The scar she left on my heart is so visible; too dark to be lightened by any other girl. This feeling is so haunting; it might keep me single for the rest of my life, even though I do not wish to live like a Catholic priest.”

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Bro inasmuch as their is love, there are bound to be heartbreaks..
Does that stop us from loving?...the answer is no
Life is all about lessons.. Sometimes Something's happens to us in life so that we can learn from them and be wise......
Open ur heart to possibilities and be sincere.. U will meet someone that will show you the true meaning of love...all d best

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Bro inasmuch as their is love, there are bound to be heartbreaks..
Does that stop us from loving?...the answer is no
Life is all about lessons.. Sometimes Something's happens to us in life so that we can learn from them and be wise......
Open ur heart to possibilities and be sincere.. U will meet someone that will show you the true meaning of love...all d best

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