My heart broke.
While time flew by me, I stood still.
Confidence departed as anxiety and grief moved in.
No matter the day, I continue to stand still, afraid to move forward, afraid of change.
Loving used to be my nature, giving selflessly without any thought of receiving.
Will I know how to love if love ever takes root again?
The pieces of my fragmented, ripped-apart heart will never go back together the same,
but I hope to heal and love and be loved back.
So mine will, too(I hope).