This is a love letter to the one who broke my heart. These are the ones we never send. The ones we never share with anyone. The ones we keep to ourselves. This is just a simple letter, one that holds pieces of my pain and also of my faith. These are just a series of sentences strung together and addressed to the holder of the fragmented pieces of my heart. They are just words, words that mean different things to different people. The last letter I never sent. It may seem pointless to even write a love letter but hopefully, It will matter to those who hurt like me. For all the ladies who have had their hearts broken, this is dedicated to you. For the many times I have had my heart broken, this is for my healing.
Dear You,
I loved you and you made me feel loved. No amount of pain or anger can equal to the love I used to have with you. Now all I have is the memory of you and the words that are all running through my head. Thoughts that insists to be written and words that demands to be read. I think it’s time for me to start understanding that you are now just a moment in my history. A historical ruin just like those old churches and structures destroyed by war. Ruins that were made more special because of the story behind it and it’s significance in my life. So here are the last few words that to the man I used to love. A letter for every man who had broken a lady’s heart.
Let me convey the emotions that rip through a woman like myself when she is convinced she could be someone’s forever. Let me express the hope and loyalty that is instilled inside of a girl who built up wall after wall only to feel as though they were peacefully torn down by a man who pulled her deeper into his love or whatever feeling is that you can’t explain and you never tell. Let me explain to you the feeling to be someone’s reason to smile and hope, to matter to someone’s life. I cannot formulate those emotions into words the same way I cannot describe the way it felt to have you rip that all to pieces.
I loved you through every emotional part of the roller coaster you have brought into my life. I loved you on the days that you were pleasant and kind and also the days you were sad and distant. I loved you through changing circumstances and the rapid movement of time. I even loved you when I found out that you don’t love me. I loved you even if it was pointless. I think a part of me still loves you while I sit here in the darkness, face hot with tears and disillusionment. But what I want you to know most is that I still love myself, and I still know what love really is.
It is true that every time we fall in love, it is always a different kind of love. My love transformed and molded into the new human being that I become. It is a love that is deep inside of my soul and gives restoration to my faith in other people. It is a love that I was taught when I was a little girl. People in this world are going to hurt me. They have, and they will again. They will love me. Sometimes they will do both, as you have decided to do. You have broken my heart but never my love. Love is a perpetual joy that saves us when all hope feels lost. Love is not something that you can take from me.
For the many times I have had my heartbroken, I still believe in love. I know you have it too, deep inside of you. There are no simple letters written about simple heartbreaks. There is only one simple concept, and that is that love is the most powerful entity in the world. I missed you but life must go on and I choose to live happily. So, I will probably allow a few more tears. But I will be OK. I will be OK because the love inside of me is strong and true. I will be OK because no matter how many people crush my heart, they can never take my love. No one can, not even you.
With love,
Me
