I concede to heartbreak.

I've been denying it a lot of times, restating it in many different ways possible, when in the end, it's only one thing and nothing else.

I've come to this conclusion thinking about how I was willing to do anything for this specific person, but I don't think I got anything that I expected back.

I could always say that I'm bitter, which I am, but there's no purpose in crying over spilled milk.

I just concede to it, so that this thought wouldn't bother me as much as it usually would.

That's all.