Love

I’m not really sure why they call it  heartbreak, because it feels more like every bone in you body got smashed with a metal bat. Your body runs cold, you stop breathing, and you lil’ fragile heart drops to the pit of your stomach. You don’t know what to do with yourself; laugh at how ludicrous the situation is, or burst into tears where you stand. Once the pain subsides if it does at all you have got to step back and reflect. You can’t change the reality of the situation; you just have to appreciate it for what it was. The lessons learned, and good times spent. Wishing things would go back to the good old times will only make the rain cloud hovering above your head bigger.  

A wise man once told me he who cares less holds the power in a relationship. Boy was he right. When you put your whole heart out there it’s bound to get broken but it’s better to have loved than to never loved at all I suppose. Wallowing in self pity- and frozen yogurt will only make you sadder, and mean spending four and a half hours in the gym on V-Day.

                                        XoXo-Limardi