The Sad Truth To a Broken Heart
When you break my heart do not worry, I won't hold a grudge. Chances are I loved you more than I loved myself.
I'm not saying I won't be upset, but all I ever want is for you to be happy. So in 10 years when you're married and posting pictures of your kids on Facebook, I will smile. I'll think back to the time when I imagined what our kids would've looked like, and how I knew they would have your smile and my eyes.
For a few weeks after our breakup my house will be filled with empty hot Cheeto bags, my comfort food. My diffuser will smell of lavender in hopes that it will calm my nerves and weaken my anxiety before they both kill me.
My friends will try and get me out of the house and they will succeed, but I will not go quietly.
I'll fuss and sit and mope but once they start playing Journey I'll have to forget about you so that I can remember the lyrics.
Then I'll remember singing this song in your car. The windows down and the volume up louder than it needed to be. Me singing out of key and you giving me that look and smiling wide.
Now I'm crying. I'm crying in a club where I can't hear myself crying. Now I'm crying more.
But it'll be okay.
At least that's what I tell myself.
Months have passed and the smell of lavender has faded.
I'll always love you and I'll always turn to hot Cheetos on those lonely nights.
I promise to like every single one of you Facebook in the hopes that you'll see my profile picture and remember me.
Hoping that you'll remember me singing along with Steve Perry and you won't be able to help smiling.
Wide.
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