I may have lasted over a month without you, surely my heart should be moving on right now. Delete the pictures, numbers, poems I wrote for you. I just can’t do all that yet. In the hopeless romantic heart of mine, I believe I love you throughout this break-up and still that you are my love story. I’ve been with people before, moved in with them, shown them my deepest being. I have done it all before apart from with you I gave myself wholly to you. For once I dreamt with someone instead of being selfish.
I guess my heart is still learning and while I am singing frozen songs with my friends getting drunk, maybe it’s time to let it go. I can’t rush this feeling and though I know I’m not getting any younger and some of my dreams may vanish. I refuse to stop believing in love. My eyes will meet yours one day and sparks will blind us. Til then I will ready my heart, repair the scars and wounds. Build up a home for myself to one-day singing and happy hum while my love is texting me, telling me how much they miss my eyes.
A part of my journal when I had my heart broken. Always a hopeful heart even if it was broken.