Box of Heartaches
I once loved so hard til it hurts, I gave everything to that person because of one main reason, Love. My first to every aspect of the very famous bug, so I gambled wholeheartedly. It was great,as what the saying goes, "I'd rather feel love and be hurt than not knowing love at all." You just have to honestly enjoy the feeling while at it til it last because when great pain struck, you wont remember any of those for awhile.
He gave me a box full of heartaches, wrapped with lies and many stingy bling to my core. Painful yes, but no one can help my heart but my self. I regained the life of my heart to pump love again. One man's heartache should never be a reason to close your heart and definitely not a reason not to love again. My heart is now equipped with better and stronger armor for the next chapter of pain,thus Im not afraid to give my heart again. I knew what broken heart was and Im pretty sure I know now how to put back the pieces come what may.
The pain, I considered it a gift. A gift that taught me to see my self-worth, a gift that help me accept I deserve better and most of all, a gift of knowing, knowing I can love perfectly.
So to all the women/men out there, thank the man/woman who once or maybe twice broke your heart, they are too is a gift. A gift that give us great lessons. Next time? We certainly know how to deal with a box of heartaches.
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