One thing I will never understand is how a person can be such a significant, influential presence in someone’s life, and can still be tossed to the curb like garbage. Throughout hard times we cling to love and friendship, but in the end all that really gives us is a heart that is completely too trusting. It’s those moments of hindsight, when you realize how much of an idiot you were for putting your trust and hope in someone yet again, when they have given you every reason not to. But regardless, there you go. Because this time is supposed to be different, right ? So here’s to the night(s) where I could literally feel my heart struggling to break free from my chest, begging to be saved yet ultimately shattering to a million pieces on the floor. The sad part is I know the story like the back of my hand. He’ll come back after some time, with a feeble apology, and promise to glue my heart back together again. But after the fourth — after the seventeenth — after the thousandth time, my heart will not be the same again. Yet I foolishly let him try, and once he’s proud of his reconstructed masterpiece, there he goes destroying it again.