Break up. don't worry I'm fine. Just processing a lot of shit right now. I'll be my normal Skippy self in due course. :)
Once upon a time I believed in Love.
It was my religion.
I believed so completely that love could heal all wounds.
It was a medicine for all that ails.
It could fix anything, anyone.
Now I'm standing in the smoldering ruins of my happy ending and I'm left with nothing but contempt for the very concept.
Cigarette firmly gripped in my lips.
Laughing my ass off hysterically as everything I dreamed of catches fire and disintegrates in front of me.
It's garbage.
Not worth the paper it was printed on.
Broken promises and broken glass laid at my feet.
Walking over it and not even feeling the pain.
The numbness one can feel only after losing everything.
Physical pain seems so hollow compared to the aftershock that seized my heart.
Got to have love! There is really nothing without it. Focus on the love you give and not what you receive and you'll find the happiest things unexpectedly. It's mixing in Our dreams that breaks our hearts. As much as you enjoy those cigarettes...consider quitting. Your skin will stay younger longer, your lungs will be clearer, your voice more gentle ..to name a few benefits. Don't be upset that mentioned. Losing love is a horrible feeling... I wouldn't wish it on anyone. The more you loved the more it's hard to imagine or comprehend. But remember ...that's you! We learn more about our own hearts and dreams in love than at any other time. Be glad for the good things you felt. Mourn the loss....try to stay busy and remember that it paves the way for someone else who is perhaps the one meant for you. Later it will all seem meant to be.