ripping out the seems
How do you truly break a heart?
An even better question, once you break it apart can it be sewn back together to what it was once before?
You can’t. No matter how fine your stitches may be, the scars and reminders will always be there.
Luke and I know this now. As much as we love each other, our scars and our lack of trust in one another do nothing but push us further apart.
As much as I hate this part, that whole messy break up, it had to come. It was time.
We were both at our good friend, Cole’s mother’s funeral, though standing in different places. Blair Arbour asked if we had broken up. Which at this time was a no.
And then the shit hit the fan so to speak.
Luke at the beginning of the month told this little Freshman that he liked her in a more than just friend’s kind of way. (his reasoning being that it was pure emotion) Then just earlier that day broke the news to this girl that he had a girlfriend.
Sadly, he lost his girlfriend, because I am not going to be played . Besides, you don’t ever play games with a bitch who can play better.
All I can say is that as much as it hurts, it’s better this way. That walking away was the smartest thing I could have done.
It kills me inside to have heard his pleas to turn away the flowers and ignore the calls… he has truly broken my heart and no amount of sewing will ever fix this.
No matter how fine the stitches are.. the scars will always remain.
