Breaking up with you was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life, but it had to be done.

Imagining a life without you is possible, but it won’t be fulfilling.

Since I could no longer have you, I needed someone else to take your place.

Overwhelmed with hurt, I turned to someone who made me feel wanted.

He wasn’t my first choice, but he was there during my time of need.

Blinded by his physique and charm, I gave him the little love I had left.

He took it, abused it, and gave it someone else other than me.

Believing his words and holding onto the physical connection, I avoided the warning signs and ran the red light.

Now I am sitting here feeling abused and used both emotionally and physically and no one to feel my pain.

I turn to the next best thing: My family and friends.

Their understanding, forgiveness, love, care and support pulled me through.

I was finally able to regain the self confidence and feel loved on a whole new level.

The puzzle was almost completed, but not fully, because the last piece of the puzzle was missing.

I knew there and then, I’d never be completely happy unless I had you, but I was too stubborn to come back.

The day came when I received a call at work and realized it was you.

My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty, I was lost for words, yet I had the biggest and brightest smile on my face.

I thought the prophecy was fulfilled: “If you love someone, let them go, if they come back, it was meant to be.”

I was waiting anxiously for your arrival and making plans and thinking of lies just so I can spend that special moment with you that I had been waiting a lifetime for.

All my hopes, dreams and plans were crushed when on my birthday the only thing/person I wished for didn’t show up.

I had to start building a wall around my fragile heart, but that was destroyed when you dropped the bomb that you were getting married.

I pretended like I was happy for you but deep inside I was crying, yelling, screaming and hating you for playing games with my heart.

I wanted you to leave and be gone for good, so I started to pick a fight.

As always, it was successful. You were gone within a second and I refused to ever get close with you.

Instead of admiring the love we shared, I held every mistake you ever made against you, so that the getting over process would be much easier. And it worked!

Now, every word that flows out of yours or any other man’s mouth, I don’t believe. I turn away from physical beauty and charm and threw away the key to my heart.

My heart is well protected, well nourished and restored.

I just hope that one day, someone else would be able to find the key to my heart and show me the love I deserve without causing pain and hurt in the process.

The mirror is broken, I can no longer can identify myself, all I see is bits and pieces everywhere on the bedroom floor.