My heart got broke two times. I still have one that beat.

I met him once.

I couldn’t fall in love anymore. I didn’t want to. 

I felt in love two times but it broke me so I decided not to fall in love again. 

At the times, I hooked up with many guys, convinced myself no one could love me the way I wanted to. 

I felt no one could see the real me. 

The part of myself that is not just a body they want to have sex with. 

The real me. 

I felt like I was giving up. 

Then I saw his smile. 

Then I heard his laugh.

And so, 

Just like that

I remembered my heart got broke two times. But I’m okay. I still have one that beat…

…for him