There are things worse than a broken heart: Part II

There are things worse than a broken heart. There are things worse than living a life without anyone to call home.

To never love is worse than a broken heart because there is more to life than roses and champagne let’s tell our friends we love them, let’s call our mom, let’s call our baby sister and tell her that you’re so damn proud.

To let your dreams slip away because you were so busy chasing the one that came with a life partner is worse than a broken heart. Our hearts are not just for loving a person, they are for dreaming too.

To never love yourself is worse than a broken heart because this body will be the last home you leave and even if its tired and imperfect and doesn’t fit into those jeans let yourself riddle it with love, tuck love into every fold into every crevice, hang it off bony shoulders, press it into thick thighs.

To leave that book unread, to let that poem go unwritten, those plane tickets unbooked.

There are worse things than a broken heart.

 

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