When a good heart breaks, its very own beat is painful. You stop trusting and you put up higher walls than before. You want to make sure he’s in just as much pain as you are. You want to tell him to go to hell.
But I’m not going to do that. I’m not going to let my broken heart change who I am.
I’m still going to wish him good luck with tests and interviews.
I’m still going to listen and offer comfort when he needs someone to be there for him.
I’m still going to tell him “Happy birthday” and “Merry Christmas.”
Whether or not our happiness ends up being in each other or other people, I still will wish him happiness.
Because staying friends means building each other up, and helping each other through this pain.
He may have broken my heart, and I may have wounded him with my words of anger, but I don’t want that moment to define our friendship.
I don’t want a broken heart to change the way I love others. Although my heart is broken, it will stay good.
Be kind always.