I was afraid that I’ll never get over my first heartbreak.
That I’ll always go back to that worst day, think of all the what-could-have-been’s and hate myself for not making it work. There were nights that I’ll replay that day in my head, thinking where had it gone wrong. And I would blame myself. ‘If only I had not taken you for granted and had not treated you half-assedly.’
Because you never know what really matters until it’s gone.
