Life Goes On

He came into my life and grabbed my heart before i knew what was happening to me. I clung to him like he was some life force I couldn't live without. I didn't feel like "myself" when we were apart. This feeling was all consuming and I liked it. I loved him, he was a breath of fresh air. As time passed, he began to distance himself. One day he told me that I deserved better than what he could give me, I didn't believe him. It was too late...he broke my heart. Not just broke, threw it on the ground, stomped on it and spit on the shattered pieces. I couldn't breath, I couldn't see straight, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. My world was turned upside down and there was nothing I could do about it. I hated him. I hated him for hurting me so badly and leaving me lonely and broken. I wondered what was wrong with me, why didn't he love me anymore? What did I do wrong? Then I realized It wasn't me. I gave him everything I could give and more. Maybe he was right...maybe I did deserve better. I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and put them back together. I focused on making myself happy and truly discovering who I am. I was finally able to move on but my heart will always be cracked. The pain of heartbreak never truly goes away, it's being able to deal with it and grow from it that counts. With each heartbreak, I've discovered a little more about myself. My inner strength is what carries me through.
ckrystalo ckrystalo
26-30, F
May 16, 2012