If the dews froze under the Sahara,
The blaze will not then wither the will,
If the peace is no longer fluttering doves,
THEN THE HATE THEN WILL TURN TO LOVE
I'm done pretending, so here goes:

No, I'm not okay with the fact that you broke my heart.
No, I'm not okay with the fact that we don't even talk anymore.
And to top it all of:

No, I'm not okay with the fact that I fell in love with you in the first place.