About Broken hearts
I remember when I fell in love and I got my heart broken.
Then I grew a new heart out of new people,new friends who would help me recover saying things like “You’re better than her” or “She doesn’t know what she’s missing” ,you know,the typical things that friends tell each other.
The shards of that first heart are probably in some bin where all dreams that have faded fall into shadow.
And now I’m here in love again,asking myself how I got here every time I kiss her,and at the same time,hoping it had never happened.
Few are the reasons which start that last thought,but the important one’s that:
• Being in love sucks.