He is marrying someone else. This man who two months prior was ready to die for me is now engaged to another woman and I am supposed to congratulate him, else I am a bitch. I knew he wasn't the one and it hurts still; because I tried, I really did, to love him. Here I am now, posting sob stories on social media while he plans his life ahead. I let it happen to me, I trusted him when I shouldn't have. But he was my best friend, why, I do not know.
I had always been cynical when it came to love. When it came down to it, I would always state that it was better to have a broken heart than an empty stomach. I still stand by it.
I do know now though, living with a broken heart is no joke.
How long will it take to heal? What do I feed my heart to quiet the pangs of hunger? There is no love to offer and it wants to drink from my sadness no more.
No matter how I look at it, it's going to be two months and I cannot cope with it still. So, I am going to write. Write whatever comes to mind.
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Someday, someone is going to walk in there and not know what the walls saw- laughs till the stomach hurt, dreams: broken and fulfilled, love: that was found and lost, anger that was gone by the morning, tears that rolled till sleep took over; a life lost- the trauma that ensued.