Romantic Bliss
You were not the first. You were not there when I first fell head over heels. When I first discovered the intoxicating high of being in love. You weren’t there when I discovered the bliss of romance and all that accompanied it.
You were not there when i first understood what heartbreak was.
When I felt my heart ripped from my chest and watched it lay shattered in front of me. You were not there as I picked up the pieces and tried to shove them back in place as best I could.
But you are here now. Years of failure and heartbreak that I weathered alone, but now I’ve finally found you.
I wish I could say that’s the end of it. That everything is good and well and fine. That I am untainted and whole. But I can’t because it wouldn’t be the truth.
The truth is that my heart is more scar tissue than anything else.
The truth is that love scares me, and the things I feel for you scare me. The idea of trusting someone with everything I have is one I can barely fathom.
You are not responsible for the way he pulled my heart to shreds, but that doesn’t mean you won’t have to deal with the side effects.