You start out with high expectations that you know some people will meet.
You get your heart broken a few times but you’re reassured that things will and must get better.
You find the most amazing thing that you could ever hope to imagine, and you watch it crumble around you.
You begin to crumble too.
You take some time to mend your heart, and you try to move on.
You want to make it go away and you want your heart to stop hurting and throbbing in your chest and you just can’t make it stop. It won’t fucking stop, you can’t turn off your heart.
You detach from your emotions. There’s too much hurting, it’s too hard to think and feel and hurt.
It’s easier to not care at all.