When do we get old?

When is it we're supposed to get suddenly old and wise?

I fell in love with you when I was 17.

Was that wise?

Maybe.

Was I old enough to consider spending the rest of my life with you?

Maybe.

I did it anyway, however reckless and foolish it may seem now, it was the right thing for me at that time.

But look where that has got us.

We seem to make the most important life decisions around that age.

What we want to do.

Who we want to be.

And sometimes we do what I did; decide who we want to spend the rest of our lives with.

Is that foolish?

Maybe.

Naive?

Probably.

But its what I did.

My only excuse was that I was young and in love.

Sorry I was young, dumb and in love.

But love makes you stupid.

It means giving your heart to someone and trusting them enough not to stomp on it.

I trusted you with my heart.

But I'm not sure if I gave it to you or if you stole from me.

Either way, when you left you stepped on my heart on your way out.

As if shattering it into a billion pieces wasn't enough, you took some fragments of my heart with you.

Ensuring that my heart'd never be whole without you.

This is probably why I have dragged my broken, incomplete heart around the world.

Guarding it fiercely.

Never letting anyone get close enough to see how broken I was.

You used to say I wore my heart on my sleeve. Showing everyone how I felt.

I'm tired of being on display.

Pretending to the rest of the world that I'm a completely normal person.

I'm not complete.

You practically threw me away, like a small child throws away a toy they're bored with.

Now I'm broken. You wouldn't want me anymore.

When we met I was already scarred a little by life.

You fixed me.

Made me feel shiny and new.

Then you left and that broke me again.

No one wants someone who's broken.

I really hate my characters!

But I stil love you all!!

Belle-unni ^^