"Of course I'm not. Tearing up someone's heart has never been OK to me. No matter how good it feels in the first place."
I'm crushing my heart into million pieces. Let the wind blow them away. And then I'm waiting for a new heart to grow. Or, just like grown-up teeth, doesn't heart grow after it's been taken away?
Damn. You'll never know how deep I'm hurt by hurting you.