heart surgery

It hit me. And it hit me really hard.

I changed the tense of a word from have to had, and everything started to make sense. He no longer belongs to me and he will never be a part of my world again. Slowly, I have started to accept this. All my loose feelings became still as I pieced together this situation.

My world has been turned over by a boy who didn't love me the way I needed to be loved. He cared for me as much as he knew how, but selfishness always got in the way of true love. Deep thoughts fill my mind and I let them flow freely, it heals me. Time has put my heart back together and is attempting at closing all the open wounds. My chaotic emotions poured salt on soon to be scars and became my biggest set back. I am in the process of recovery and I am okay with that.

As I look back to where I began I see so much change in myself. My heart has been through some intense surgery and although it might not be able to take much right now it has grown stronger. All the pain that bled out of me has been cleaned and all the wounds have been surgically repaired. The clock keeps ticking and my emotions become more stable. The tear stained face has been replaced with a more happier, genuine smile and I am learning to reach out for help.

I tried to compare this to heart surgery, but I got distracted. My bad.