do you ever remember the first time you got your heart broken.

It wasn't a momentus occasion. I don't even remember if I cried. I wasn't even thinking about it until just moments ago. A distant figment really.

I may not remember a lot of dates, but I remember this one. It's all coming back..

I wasn't rejected, neither was I left by the waist side. But I left broken, the words cutting me deep. promising not to open my heart.

So when life took its course, and the timing became convenient. As hard as I tried, I was filled with resentment and anger, leaving no space to love.

That's the glory of love.