So much has been going on in this crazy life of mine, and while I am so blessed and fortunate to have what I have and experience what I do… Part of me is hurting, and needs healing, the biggest part of me needs healing and that would be my heart. My heart is broken, sometimes the feeling is more appropriately described as shattered. And while I am hurting and while I tried to hard to I don’t hate him. I don’t hate him not even one bit, thoughts of yesterdays still make me giggle, and he’d still give me the butterflies if I saw him again, and while I honestly can say that I don’t want him back, what I really want is an explanation. I’m longing for something I will never get, i’ll never know why I wasn’t worth his respect. I’ll never know why things ended the way they did. Somethings are better left unsaid but at the heart of it what I really want is to close his chapter, I want to not think about him, not hear about him, I sometimes wish I didn’t meet him, get to know him and fall in love with him. I’m a hopeless romantic so in my mind love and life goes on. I’ll never understand exactly why things happen the way they did but what I can know is that what ever else is next for me will be far better than what I previously had. I remember where I was last year and I remember not knowing what would happen a year ago from then and here I am today, standing on my own two feet being strong because I have no other choice.
Someone at work has his smile, his demeanour, someone at work is quiet and simple just like he as and I love his simplicity because I am such a complicated woman, there isn’t anything simple about me. But he was simple, he WAS perfect, he could make me smile (an unfortunately still does) when it comes to matters of the heart, honesty is the best policy and you just have to be real with yourself and give yourself time to heal, I think I healed fast, maybe a little to fast because now I am trying to heal the inner as the outer has been healed for quite some time now.
Thankfully that even at 22 I can call my mama crying and she’ll get me, and she’ll understand and she’ll know just what to say, and even though I’m crying and I shouldn’t be she’ll be the one who helps me pick the pieces of my heart off the floor and put it back together again… What do you do when the one who broke your heart is the only person who can fix it?