Every little things I used to own now strewn all over the place, glass bowls broke into small pieces. Just like my heart – broken into many little pieces I don’t even know where to start rebuilding or how to start rebuilding.

Unnerving to see what had happened to you and I – we are now what was. The aftermath of a torrid love affair that consumed as both. I still catch myself looking at your side of the bed, I still almost always set a place for you on the dinner table. I still stop myself from breaking down and I know I will have to be patient with myself.

I really need to move-on but I do not know how. For now I will remain patient and will remain kind to myself.

Just sharing how it feels to be heartbroken. The aftermath of used to be a very exciting love affair.

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