And then I thought I was ready for
love again. I thought all my life I was destined for heartbreak, but I’ve go on
dates after dates where I felt the skipping of my heart, the little jokes and
laughter and I told myself that I’m okay and that I’ve moved on. And so I thought I did. My heart doesn’t ache anymore, it doesn’t
shatter each time I look back into the past.
At one point of my life, I wished so badly that I could turn off all my emotions, so I wouldn’t have to go through this pain again. Little did I know, feeling nothing is just as horrible as feeling too much.
I have forgotten how does it feel
like to look-forward for someone text messages, to smile on Good Morning texts
and wish someone Good Night before calling it a day. I forget the butterflies I
used to get before a date comes and how I wish our date could last a little
longer. I forget how happy I get for being able to see him 3 times in a week.
Now I’m plainly just existing.
I thought I have healed, but the truth is I’ve rebuild myself to not feel anymore. How I wish I could go through another crazy love story than to feel numb, and even if that means risking myself to be heartbroken. I just want to feel again, I want to feel human again.