The Process Of Mending A Broken Heart

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You gave me life again. You helped me prove to myself that I have the capacity to love selflessly and commit to something I believe in without fear. You put band-aids on my emotional wounds and you carried my baggage with me for several months. You helped me realize that relationships are about working for what you believe in and helping the other person grow and blossom. You taught me to accept and embrace my passionate sexuality and desire and you let me give in to it with you. You showed me that not all men are untrustworthy, and some will look you in the eyes and tell you that you deserve better, you deserve the best, and then they will give it to you. You showed me that we could be independent together. You made me love myself and my body. You forced me to look deep within myself…

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When You Feel Like Giving Up On Love

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At least once in your life, have you ever turned your back on love? Have you ever felt love demanded too much from you, or too much of you? Ever felt love plays favoritism and you believed you weren’t one of it?

Sometimes in our lives, we can’t deny that our stars are arranged that way — when we purposely force ourselves to leave love behind because at one point, everything hits beside the mark. No matter how we try to put our shattered pieces back together, nothing ever fits perfectly again. We try so hard to move on with life having a beaten drive. We go on with a figuratively dying self, crawling with the very last strength we have. There’s always this one time when losing a significant part of us forces us to learn the tough way.

But, there’s also this time when struggling gets easier day after day; when getting by…

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I Should Have Told You How I Felt When I Had The Chance

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Maybe it was the way you spoke, the way you made me feel, the way you looked at me. Yes. That’s it. The way you looked at me. And the way it made me feel. It made my heart stop. I remember it distinctly. That  searing look. Like I was the only one. The one that held you captive. I will never forget those eyes till the day I die. I don’t remember how old I was when I fell in love with you. The way you were, the way we were. So easy, so pure, so natural. Amidst every silly game ever played, each stolen glance exchanged, the many instances our hands brushed against each other, I don’t know how time passed but it did. No words were ever spoken because they would seem too small.

I never thought distance was something that would’ve mattered to us, but it…

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If You Were Never Mine, Why Does It Still Hurt So Much?

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Once, I wanted to believe you were mine. We exchanged glances, we had a cause and effect, you and I. Every action of mine received a go to response from you. I played the game as good as any, although secretly, I liked to believe I was different. I told myself that by being above it all I’d never get hurt. By acting like I didn’t care, by treating it like it was nothing more than a physical affair, it became just that. Meaningless. To you, it was all fun and games. To me it was anything but. You didn’t question more than you had to and anxious to not know, I kept quiet about the turmoil within, not too far beneath the surface. You had more of an impact on me emotionally than anyone I’ve ever met. I always thought we’d have more time. I should have known your…

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I Know I’m Flawed, But I’m Trying To Be Better For You

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Would it be too much of me to ask for you to stay?

I know it gets rough sometimes; I’ve accepted the fact that I’m not always the most lovable person. I have moments in which I get too unreasonable, too childish. I’ve been with you long enough to know what ticks you off and I’m sorry if I hold this knowledge against you.

I’m aware that you could list down all my faults and flaws in a single breath if someone asked you to. Sometimes, i think that you could even see them better than I could.

Now I’m not trying to put myself in bad light here, just hear me out on this one, okay?

You told me once that I am selfish beyond reason. I think about myself first, narcissistic enough to believe that I am always right. And how many times have I been a brat…

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Confessions Of A Broken-Hearted Girl

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Day one.

I wish I was as strong as everybody thinks I am. I am the girl who can get through anything. The girl who breezes through heartbreaks. The girl who can find someone else, someone better, always. The girl who is so independent, so strong, so willed. Or so they think.

I wish I was as numb as I’d like to think. The girl who doesn’t feel anymore. The girl who doesn’t care. The selfish, self-interested girl who couldn’t care less about what anyone has to say.

But actually, I am not.

My heart is broken. It feels like it’s in pieces, and every piece has a jagged end. These edges poke at me from the inside every time I move. Even every time I breathe. I am fine on the outside. My hair is straightened out, my eyelashes curled, my outfit chic. I have my chin held high…

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This Is How I Know I’ll Always Love You

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I want you to know that I will always love you.

It’s not the kind of love that fades. Not the cheap kind that arrives quickly and dissipates before you even realize it’s gone. This kind of love is the kind that stays in your bones, deep down in the places nobody sees and the kind that lingers in all of your dark corners to protect you from the scary things.

It’s impossible to imagine my life before you were in it. When I try, it feels like I’ve spent all day at the beach, letting the waves smack me in the face over and over. It feels like heat stroke — hazy, and a bit tiring, and weird, bordering on uncomfortable.

It’s not often you come across someone who can make you laugh until Gatorade comes out of your nose. It’s uncommon to find someone to be comfortable around…

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