PICKING UP THE PIECES

I fell. I got back up. I fell again. I got back up. I fell a lot. But I've always gotten back up. It's the way it is with matters of the heart.

I don't know what the hell to say... do... think... Everything I say now is just making things worse for everyone involved (although that is only 2 people). When I say something though, I can get my feelings across... But that is what destroyed it in the first place. I don't know if it's my fault... or just the timing and circumstances. I guess I'll never know. I am so lost. My heart aches... And there is nothing to do to fix that. Time... Space... Someone needs space... from me... that's a good thing... for both of us... I need the space too... But I still want that friendship... because I still believe in the future. I pray that someone will miss me as well, in the space. Remember me... Think of the heartfelt short time we had... The smiles on both of our faces when we shared our feelings... thoughts... good times... Not enough... hopes for more... good times... long talks... walks in the rain... heartwarming moments.

I still see the possibility someday. Is that a bad thing? I will move on in time... But today just sucks! I have very many bits and pieces of a broken heart... and each time... it heals. But with all the bits and pieces... I still love... all those I've fallen for.

Waiting for the time... to see what's going to happen... with one who holds the pieces of my heart... in their hands. I like believing in happily ever afters.