Short Story: The Pains Of A Broken Heart

BY MIGUEL LEONCE

I can remember the day I met you. You were everything I ever wanted, needed and dreamt about. You had the most beautiful smile and you were a caring person. Being with you felt so good, warm and comfortable. When we first met, you treated me like royalty. I remember the lovely text messages daily and the hours we spent on the phone laughing and whispering sweet nothings into each other’s attentive ears. Those were happy moments. You made me feel special, every time you said, I was the one and only and how I worried too much and how you loved me so much that you didn't want to lose me.
I have never felt so good in my life. It was at this particular point in our relationship that I stopped living for me and started living for us. At first I used to feel that really great, sweet feeling but there was that small voice within that told me I was really a fool to fall in love. Despite that, I made you my everything, because I really did love you more than life itself.
As if I was dreaming, I got up one day only to realize that you didn't want me anymore and you had actually walked out on me because you were still in love with someone else. It was then the text messages and calls stopped. Everything I did or said annoyed you. You started to give me all kinds of excuses not to see me or spend time with me. What hurts the most is the fact you pretended that we were never together and I didn't mean anything to you. That was like ripping my heart out and leaving me to bleed to death. How could you have told me all those sweet words one day and the next day, hate me with so much disgust? Sometimes I look in the mirror and I begin to find all kinds of faults with myself because I just can't understand how someone as wonderful as I am could lose sight of me. If I could go back, mind you I wouldn't change a thing because really and truly I did love you and still do.
I've never stopped caring for you. They say if you love someone and they want to go you should set them free, but setting you free is like letting go of the life inside of me. I remember all the fond memories and the times we shared. I remember every day I would put those memories in a memory box and anytime I felt down, alone or depressed I would go to that box, pull out a memory and yes I would laugh my heart out. So many questions pop through my head daily. What do I do now? How do I start living without you? How do I go about my daily routine when the memories and the thoughts of you take full control of my mind, body and soul?

How do I live when every cell in my body yearns to be with you? How do I breathe without you? I just wish that you would go back for one spilt moment and remember what we had and what I meant to you back then. Now you have stopped caring and loving and you've wiped me out of your mind and life, like I never existed is really painful and it hurts so much. Now I have to pick up all the broken pieces of my heart and start all over.
I tried putting the pieces together but somehow I can't find a few pieces because I must have left them in your hands when you ripped my heart out. There are days I cry a lot. There are days I want to give up and there are days I sleep the whole day trying not to think about it. I never realized that I loved you so much and cared, not until I wanted to stop living. If there's one thing I learnt from this experience is you should never make someone your everything, cause when they leave, you are just an empty, yes hollow being with nothing to live for. Today, I've found comfort and strength in God, because if it weren't for God I would have gone insane or I would be dead. Today I gave God all the broken pieces of my heart and I know He'll mend my broken heart and crushed spirit and He'll give me a brand new heart made of solid gold-one that can never be broken. Why? Because that heart now belongs to God and I am not giving it away. Today I made God my everything, because I know He'll never leave nor forsake me and without a doubt God will never break my heart or treat me the way you did. As I've drawn closer to God I have renewed my soul and while it hurts and the pain’s still there and I still cry a lot at least I'm not alone. I do hope that if I ever wronged you that you will find it in your heart to forgive me. I do hope you'll remember me and the good memories. I do hope that one day you'll be back even if as my best friend but then again if you never call/text and I don't see you again it just meant that it was not meant to be. What would hurt the most is knowing that I NEVER MEANT ANYTHING TO YOU! I do hope I'm wrong. Yes! The pain of a broken heart.

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