When the heart breaks, it doesn’t break in two; it breaks into a million little pieces. When you left me you broke my heart once, then again and again, you kept on breaking it until there was no piece left to be broken anymore. The funny part is that every broken piece of my heart held on to the hope that one day you’ll come back and heal my heart. The never-ending hope turned into agony and pain, time stopped and the sky turned grey for a long time but one day it all stopped. I never thought it’ll stop hurting but it did and now when I look back all I see is how far I came and how strong I became. Instead of being angry, I am thankful for making me strong, wise and someone I will always love.