"Do you know what's like to have your heartbroken by someone who didn't realize they had your heart in the first place?
It feels like glass.
Glass is like my heart. It's fragile. He held my heart so carefully until one day, without him knowing; he dropped it onto the ground.
It shattered.
All of the pieces were on the floor. He didn't pick them up and put them back together because he was never aware.
I did it myself. I picked up the glass, I picked up my heart, and I told myself I'm worth much more than this."
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