Loving On A Prayer!

I realized this morning that I am constantly picking up the pieces of my broken heart; it is a never ending job and one that I take seriously. I realized that I have been slacking off as of late because when I looked down I find the pieces lying all around me. As I pick up each piece it hurts all over again as I think of what shattered each piece and separated it from the core of me. I pick up the first piece that feels like there is no progression, then the next that reminds me how lonely it can be to be in love.  I see a piece across the room and go to retrieve it, this piece makes me worry that he just doesn’t care. I pick up the piece that reminds me I am not doing enough to prove my worth.  Soon I find many more pieces, the piece that says I'm not doing it right for him; the piece that says we are not done yet and that I will be shattered again before we are; the piece that says I'm tired of being cast aside; the piece that says he still doesn't realize I am head over heels in love with him; the piece that says someone else could do so much better for him but that no one else will ever love him as completely as I do. 

Long after I pick up all the pieces I somehow put them back together again and my heart reminds me that I am whole again, that I have a sweet and special man who feels my love and loves me in return. Although I struggle to stay positive with all the inconsistencies in my life I know that at the end of the day I am loved. I call these moments of doubt my lessons of love for my broken heart.