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
