Last year I broke an innocent heart. He didn't deserve it and at that time I didn't understand what having a broken heart felt like. I found out last week and...it doesn't feel good. It feels like someone has taken a sword and sliced my heart out. I see this boy-the boy that broke my heart-all the time in class and he shows off how he can play guitar better than me. He has the good looks, he plays guitar, he writes songs, he's an emo, he's everything I always looked for in a guy...except the fact that he's the biggest jerk in world.
I'm ok if he goes out with other girls, but flirting with other girls right IN FRONT of me? When he KNOWS I'm sitting behind him? Watching his every move? How low can he get? I cry everyday in class. I feel like he was just using me to pick up girls.
I got a new boyfriend-one I know won't break my heart the way the other one did. I know because he's been my BFF for 3 years and he just asked me out. I'm happy again. Sure, I still miss the other one, but I have a new BF, and he's doing his best to fix my broken heart. He's trying to stitch te scars, patch the wounds, and fill in the cracks.
God says you should always forgive and I've always followed that. This time...I don't think I'm going to forgive that bastard for what he did to me. My friends are trying to heal me and they scare the bastard everyday and they hate him with all their hearts. I love my friends. I'm so lucky to have great friends like them.
