Its an awakening call. It feels like someone has punched my heart, in the morning. Just what I was wishing for.
Trying to think of what is a better word for broken heart, but instead I could only find a fool and misery to substitute the words.
I wasn't a foolish, he did offer me a romance. I wasn't in misery, he had me merry.
But this morning, these two words are sounding louder than ever.
It is never easy but I guess I am used to it. I'm just hoping that I'm immune to the pain. Therefore in the future, there is no memory lane that will hold me back from taking a leap to fall in love.
I'm used to this, I keep reminding myself. But I suppose, this tiny hear ache is playing dominantly in my thoughts.
Move on, oh how I just hate that word! Can I just move on with you? A little part of my heart screams to give us another chance...
Damn, you've even charmed my heart...
But no. This is the time like any other time for me to keep my head up and say, "I will be fine" and inhale my freedom that I once surrendered to you.
Life is life and I am picking up this broken pieces of my heart.
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