Woo Hoo!! Weekend at last!!
Obviously, I am late for this challenge. It’s already 3rd day but I’m only writing the second post now. Anyway, better late than never. The topic for today:
Your First Heartbreak
Gosh! I’ve been agonizing over this topic. Heartbreak comes in different forms and while there are certain memories that I remember, my heart, and my mind always goes back to 1998.
This is definitely not my first heartbreak (if you consider losing a pet or a favorite toy which the teacher took because she says it’s not allowed!) but this is the one that had the most impact. It killed me. The pain was so great that I had crying fits for months. The kind that I had to put pillows over my face at night just so my family won’t hear my pain. The kind that tears would just fall incessantly regardless of where I am.
Love found … Love lost.
I thought I found the one. And then I realized I was just a supporting character in “their” love story. What killed me is the betrayal, not just of the lover but of the friend(s). It took me a while before I got over the matter, I admit. I lost confidence, I f’d up, I made bad decisions one after the other… BUT after all of those, I picked up the pieces of my broken heart and lived my life as I should. I can now only remember what it felt like and this does not mean I have not moved on.
Forgiven, not Forgotten — as sung by The Corrs.
I am grateful for that moment in 1998 because it made me who I am today. It prepared me for the life I have now. I am not broken, just bent.