I thought love would be summer, spring, winter and fall, but what I didn’t knew was love would be the one getting away with one’s heart. He is the keeper of my heart, but sometimes he doesn’t realize how fragile my heart is and how overwhelming it is to hold too much, well that’s me. I feel I’m always too much and I never got away with it, I tried to stay, I don’t run away like a coward, but I certainly don’t stay at places where I’m not valued enough. I got away with a broken heart, while he stole my heart. Brokenness is much better than anything, I left and I stayed both for good. In another summer, spring, winter and fall, may he keep my heart safe, so that I don’t have to get away with brokenness.
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