I was looking back on old typings of mine on my external hardrive. We’re going back to 2007? My mouth dropped at a certain one.
I was telling myself that I didn’t know what it was like to love. That I just wanted to feel a heartbreak, to truly know that I was loving.
I continued on expressing how I had always been the one that broke up with whoever I was with at the time. And that by being loved so much by these individuals, I abused it. It meant less to me because I didn’t understand it. And I always had it.
I begged to feel heartbroken.
After 27 years of living,
I know what it’s like to have my heart busted.