If you had asked me years ago if I wanted to get my heart broken I would have looked you dead in the eye and laughed at the sillines of the question. Who on earth would ever want to get their heart broken?
But, now looking back I realize that I am not that girl anymore, and that if you ask me now the same question I can assure that my answer will be yes. Yes, I got my heart broken and I don't regret it, and I would go through the same pain all over again, because the person that I've become is someone who kneeled before her broken pieces and bleed, but then picked them up one by one, and rebuilt herself slowly. Creating something new. Something so beautiful and unique that it wouldn't have existed without it being broken before. So yes, I did want to get my heart broken, because I wouldn't change who I am now.
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Poetry|I never told you And you will never know The secrets the stars whispered to me That night under the moon| Cover credits to: @LeroyGraphics
