It’s been a while since the pain of a broken heart hit me.
Covering it up for days, putting a facade, telling myself:
“You’re not going to go through what you went through.” Until it hit me. Until this smile can no longer force itself.
I turned off the tap water, fell to the floor and cried. How is it that it hurts a lot more than it did the last time? How is it that it hurts a hell lot more than it ever could?
"The pain of having a broken heart is not so much as to kill you, yet not so little as to let you live."