Perhaps… the trouble with being strong is, people assume your heart can never break. Well, it is heartbreaking to break the news, but it can. It does. And when it does, no one usually knows what to do. So your heart breaks, you break down, and that breaks others’ hearts to see. The funny thing is: no one would do anything. And the sad news is: no one can. Perhaps that is why no one does.
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Perhaps no one can break your heart unless you let them. And perhaps no one can mend your broken heart, then, until you let them. Perhaps you are not strong anymore. Perhaps strong is not what you have to be. Perhaps you just have to jump on a different streetcar named courage… on which no one looks back. And perhaps you too should try to do so, letting no one break your heart and letting no one mend it.
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Or perhaps the only letting left to do is… go.
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You broke my faith in all these years.
But tonight, as I was doing my bedtime bathroom routine, a fly came zooming from only God knew where, right onto my shower door. I grabbed a wet hand towel to flick at the godforsaken fly as if it had comitted an unforgiveable sin. That a la Zoro flicking act sent it flying frantically and aimlessly at my mercy to finally land on the fluorescent lamp. And like it knew the reason for why I left the cover untouched and hanging for the last few days, the fly went right between the cover itself and the lamp. I wasted no time and put the lamp cover back, clicking it into its place – trapping the fly in between.
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