Tag: breakups, broken-heart, relationships

What I’m realizing is that a broken heart isn’t a solitary event. There is the initial shatter, but then there are repeat breaks, creating more and more shards. A word that reminds you of what you used to have, a smell that reminds you of your dreams, a flashed memory in your mind’s eye that reminds you of the betrayal. Each time it’s a new injury. Each broken piece takes me further away from ever being whole again.