I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling, and wondered why I felt bad for him... why I felt sad for him. I mean, he was the one who broke me after all, and while I could feel all of my broken pieces floating around inside of me, I should have been angry at him, for some reason I just wasn't. Maybe somewhere far back in my mind I knew that he didn't do it on purpose. Maybe somewhere deep in the core of my heart I knew that he was a good guy who happened to have made a bad mistake. Or maybe a part of me knew that breaking me broke him too... I don't know. But whatever it was it kept me awake that night, and instead of being angry at him. I felt bad and sad for him, and ended up praying and asking God to help heal him too.
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VIVID PAIN - heartbreak and closure
Thơ caHey, it's me. You probably don't want to hear from me, but this is the last time. Promise. Just hear me out, okay? You and me, one last time down the memory lane... To all my girls struggling right now: one day he WILL understand how valuble you are...
