People say that heartbreak is like a scar on your heart, but this is more like a bruise. The moment you said you didn’t love me anymore and I helplessly watched my world crash down, it started forming. A blue, black, ugly thing on my heart. I avoided touching it, avoided drifting my thoughts toward you, but it never worked and you always ended up on my mind. And it hurt. It hurt so much when I thought of you, when I touched the bruise you left so heartlessly on my heart. But, after weeks of it hurting and thinking of you, it started to fade away. It started to hurt less and the bruise started fading and I could think of you again, but not in the same way. I could think of you and press on my heart and feel nothing.
Excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via feeling-unwanted)
















