Little PiecesA Story by DareToDreamIts basically a rant“Love is a natural high”, but when you fall, damn, you fall hard. Did he make me happy? Yes. Did he make me a better person? If you would have asked me that then, I would have said, “yes of course!” with a beaming smile. Looking back now, not at all. His small manipulations were slowly peeling away at my soul, chipping away; molding me into what he wanted. “Are you depressed?” they ask me. Not even close; I’m torn apart, there is a difference. I’m shattered, trying to just find all the little pieces, let alone put them back together. Will I be okay? Yes, eventually. Will I be whole again? No. Some of the little pieces I won’t be able to find, some of them I just won’t be able to repair. And of course there will always be that one piece that he took; he stole, that he will never give back. The place where that piece used to be will forever be empty. I’m not sure how much time is gunna have to elapse before I can even consider giving my heart to someone again. Am I the same person I was before I met him? I really hope not. I know that because of him I’m a lot wiser. I’m not sure if I’m stronger yet, maybe in the long run I will be. “Are you okay?” You may ask. No, I’m not okay. But I’m really trying to put the pieces back together. I know that one day I’ll wake up and I won’t hurt as much; I won’t feel as empty. Only time can heal a broken heart. © 2010 DareToDreamReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 20, 2010 Last Updated on April 20, 2010 AuthorDareToDreamILAboutwhat can I say, I'm a writer. thats about all you need to know. If you're a writer yourself, you should understand : p I'm 18 years old and Im addicted to this site. if you want me to review your work.. more..Writing
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