Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…
So, I have reached yet another awful rite of passage this weekend; My first broken heart.(It really sucks.lol)
While it lasted, I turned into one of “those” people- the ones that are joined at the hip with their significant other, never without them if they could help it, and always thinking about them. Everyone knew us, we were so good together. Then one night, in a very public way, all the built up tension of tiny fractures blew up in my face.
Now(MUCH TO MY LAMENT), I’m “that” girl. The girl who everyone is afraid to be happy around, the girl who nobody smiles at, the girl who lost “that” guy. The girl who wasn’t afraid to beg behind closed doors to stave off a broken heart (and I did). It’s hard because I can’t get away and playing it off isn’t coming as easily as it has in the past. I’ve gone through break-ups before and they hurt, but none quite like this.
Everyday when I leave my apartment, I walk passed the ruins of it all. Tip toe lightly over the shattered pieces and try to forget that I have to pick them up eventually. Peace eludes me but I have the strange confidence that I will find it again. I keep praying that God will put me back together and keep my world from falling apart all at once, but he’s got a strange sense of humor so we’ll see what happens.
…and all the King’s horses, and all the King’s men, couldn’t put Humpty together again.