When life gives you a broken heart, you run from everyone.
When life gives you a broken heart, you see everything as a threat.
Life can be tough. It can suck like nothing else. It can also be a beautiful thing to experience. When life gives me a broken heart, I run away, but I also see the beauty of the situation. It's nothing wrong with what I did or how I acted, it's just not something that you can control. Life. It's a fragile glass ornament on a high shelf. So easily broken and lost. But when the light hits it just right, magnificent sparkles flutter around your head. Another doesn't always have to be there. They can wait. They waited for you a long time, and they can wait until your broken heart is finally healed.
Love it, Hate it, Embrace it.
