Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Broken Hearts...

Shattered. Seperated. Crushed. Smashed. Ragged. Uneven. Tattered. Like an old forgotten teddy bear that had lost all its stuffing, thats how I felt. On the outside, I apeared the same, but on the inside I was different. Broken. Even though it had been over a year and a half since my big break-up, I still felt heart broken. I really couldn't understand why I still felt this way. I didn't even want to be with him anymore. I had liked a million guys since then and yet I couldn't deny the fact that there was a sadness inside my heart. For two years he had been my best friend. We talked every night before I went to bed. I had shared all my hopes and dreams with him. No matter how hard I tried to push that feeling away, it remained intact. I still had a broken heart....
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This is kind of a pretty personal story for me to write, But for me it's a thing of the past...
 I feel that there are people that perhaps this story could help.
 Special thanks to Stephanie Flores for the pictures.
If you continue reading the story you will see a picture at the very bottom that she created special for me!