Have you ever loved?

What do you do when everyone is moving on and you just can’t?

I’m stuck.

I’m afraid to be happy, because it won’t last long. I am convinced that all things end.
I don’t know what to do—or maybe I’ll never know what to do. Would it be easy if I hide under my covers and ignore everyone?

I guard myself up and don’t let my heart beat for anyone—again. I’m afraid it will grow attached to someone who is not guaranteed to stay.

I am lost.

They say that one day; I am going to find myself again.
Then—We met.

Will you fix something that has been shattered into pieces? Or you just fix me just to get broken again?

Ironically, how can you break something that’s already broken?