The Diary of My Reality

Maybe I fall too hard.

Or perhaps, I care entirely too much.

Damn. I should have listened to all the stories I've been told about heartbreak and loss.
The kind of heartbreak that leaves you stuck in bed with tear-stained cheeks and an empty soul. The kind of heartbreak that you wouldn't even wish upon your worst enemy, plainly because NO human should have to face all of the self-doubt, insecurities and feelings of simply not being good enough. Ever.
Maybe I should have listened to all those tales I was once told and maybe I should have took the warnings of to be careful who you love, and what you love.
But to be real? Even if I thought I was fully equipped to deal with love and any amount of heartbreak, it would have no use for me now.
Oh no, because now... Now this was something entirely different.

This love, this heartbreak, these mere flow of events that seemed only like "coming-of-age" milestones.. was different.

It was anything but ordinary, normal, "get over it and move on" love.

Well, what I'm trying to say is... Nothing could have prepared me for this.
This was worst.