Broken

I rarely have my heart broken, but it is right now. I’m sitting on my bed writing this and my heart is broken in two. Everything feels heavy. My head feels heavy, my arms feel heavy, my jaw feels heavy. There is a dizzying silence around me, and I can’t think. I just want to scream and cry and give someone a hug. Rejection is a terrible feeling at any time, but when it’s someone you loved or could have loved, it’s just terrible. But I know I’m better than this. I know I don’t have to have a broken heart, because a broken heart is for a broken person. I am still whole. There are no missing pieces. I am still good. I realize life goes on, and pain isn’t infinite. At the moment it comes in waves of realization of what is gone, but deep down I know that I am only better for not being loved. Stronger, wiser and deeply saddened.

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