And just like that, my heart is torned into pieces of itty bitty paper left on the floor waiting to slowly get picked up and somehow get taped back together.
Hoping and praying to heal—most importantly be able to move on and have no thought of you. No If’s, but’s, or what could of beens.
No matter how broken or disappointed I am, there is no ounce of hatred towards you. Just many I miss you’s and wishful thoughts you’d come back.
Just come back…







