my heart was shattered in the same way the mug was when i saw it broken and glued back together. it wasn't the same, it was broken and the glue marks were so obvious. till now i don't know how to react to the unfortunate accident. i don't know if i should treat it as a sign, or should i be sad because it's the only remnant of him in this house. i really don't know. should i be glad cause another reminder of him is now almost gone? maybe. in some way i am relieved that it's not the mug i have to use for morning coffees anymore, but in a way my heart breaks cause even if i hate him, the mug means a lot to me. oh, waves of emotions.
broken. leave it that way, she says.
About Me
- Kyle Mendoza
- I hope to live life, soul search and find bliss. I seek to get lost and be found again. and again. And to eventually fall in love.
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