In all seriousness...

Breaking someone's heart breaks my heart.

I am a lot of things, but I don't believe heartless or cruel are one of them. I consider it an honor to be able to honestly say that I would rather be hurting myself than to see pain in someone else's eyes. I would so much rather be the heartbroken. To see heartache, remorse, or confusion in some else's eyes shatters my heart.

Tonight I would consider myself a heartless wretch. Not by intent, merely by my inability to feel and love.

I must remember however that the fault couldn't be completely mine. Mostly mine, however not fully. I would say 75-25 ratio. Communication wasn't clear, desires weren't known, and goals weren't equal. The relationship was bound to fail before it ever began. My heart breaks for the failure, yet I cannot feel sorrow over the outcome. The decision was right. I only wish feelings could have been spared. Not mine, but his. I feel I deserve every sorrow thrust upon me.