Every morning you wake up and you have to remind yourself of a few things; remind yourself he chose her, remind yourself he’s not the guy you fell in love with anymore, remind yourself of the pain he caused when he completely shattered your heart and left you there to gather up all the broken pieces and fit them together again.
The memories come to you in waves, slowly at first making it hard to breathe and then all at once they pull you under the surface, engulfing you in them.
Or at least that’s what it feels like. Heartbreak is messy.
It starts with staying up all night crying yourself endless rivers of tears, just to fall asleep and dream of him, locked in a constant nightmare. It’s breaking down at three in the afternoon because you heard that song, the one he told you reminded him of you two. It’s not eating because the thought of food just makes you want to literally get sick. It’s watching a movie and seeing something you so desperately want to tell him then remembering you can’t. It’s remembering he isn’t your best friend anymore.
