I can’t keep loving you
with half of my heart.
This masterpiece is a perfect and beautiful expression of indecision; the ambivalent paradox of caring and feeling apathetic simultaneously.
“Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring.
And half of my heart is the part of a man who’s never truly loved anything.
Down the road, later on, you will hate that I never gave more to you than half of my heart.”
(The metaphor in that first line is out-of-this-world brilliant!)
Half of my heart is the part of a [girl]
who’s never truly loved anything.