I mean he really broke my heart. I’m ok now but back then? I was a mess. But I realized that although my love for him will never die, it will slowly shrink to fit a small box. And that box will always live inside my heart. And the next one will take over that big space I call my heart but once in a while, I’ll revisit that box and it’ll hurt because the hinges will be rusty when I open it. Even though I know it’ll hurt, I’ll still try to open that box because it’s going to live in my heart and I might as well learn to live with the pain than pretend that it’s not a part of me.
The trick is, I’ll fall in love again but I need to remember that he’s going to have his boxes too.
Something I wrote to my friend about because I always feel very comfortable with expressing my emotions to her 🙂