It was love. It felt real. It felt like nothing else in the world was truly right until you met him. He became the world. He became your world..
Until it came crashing down.
At first, it hurts a lot. Like you’ve just had open heart surgery and watched the doctor play with your still-beating pieces and break them in his hand over and over until it’s tiny shards of what used to be whole. You’ll cry. Your chest will hurt because your heart is broken. The very mention of the word “love” or a thought of Him will leave you excusing yourself to go have a mini-breakdown session in the restroom. And then, guess what? You’ll cry some more.
Then, you’ll feel numb. Like not a single thing in the world can phase you. Like you just had every emotion in the world ripped out of…
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