The Heart of Doughnut.
Assalamualaikum wbt. Henlow marshmellow! I would say that my heart was like a doughnut after experiencing a terrible broke up. You know it, it has a hole in it. I woke up every morning with a hole in my heart, something the best I ever known just went missing, someone took it away harshly from me that the hole felt so unpleasant to bear. Exactly like this. Time takes time to heal it. So, I let myself pity myself. I let myself emphaty myself. Sometimes I feel okay, but sometimes I don't. Sometimes I feel like I already get over it, but sometimes my head just full with it. Sometimes I thought I've positively moved on, but sometimes I went back to zero in progress of moving on. Sometimes simple things made me crafted the smiles, but sometimes my tears drop on my pillow that every night I cried. Just like a doughnut, my heart was exactly like that. A piece of it is just meant to be taken away to make the whole point of what it's actually meant to be. That...
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