I remember the day my mother held me while I cried my soul to pieces the first time a man had broken my heart. I didn’t understand the pain. I didn’t understand the feeling. This wasn’t something I’d known, heartaches can be written endless songs and poems about. But only felt when it touches you. I was never the same again. I’m dying to go back in time, literally. I’m dying to be that girl who was so hopeful. I can’t find her in me anymore. I can’t find love in me anymore. I’m driven, not passionate. Everything I’m doing right now is so I don’t take a break and realize the mess I’ve made of my life.