diary of a breakup
I saw a picture of the guy I was ridiculously in love with. (Yes, I was that in love.) I think I can now safely say “was”. I stared at the picture and could see all the imperfections that a year ago I could not see. Maybe it was just a tactic of my brain, to not feel the heartache.
I sure hope I am over him.But then again I just know that if I happen to see him somewhere, I will go crazy head over heels again.My mind will go back to all the moments spent together. I can reproduce those like a movie on repeat. I can hear his laughter, I can see that mischievous smile that goes with it.
I hate this shit. I really do. Sometimes I wish I was immune to love. It’s nice and all but when it goes haywire…it takes a chunk of your heart.
Why doesn’t my heart listen to what my mind understood ages ago?
