Dear Broken Lover,
In the beginning I made a bunch of promises to you. I told you I would help heal your broken heart. As fragile as it still was at the time you still put it in my naked hands. Your suffering was not severe because you had someone to lean back on, someone more than a rebound, someone who was willing to take on a complicated job of being a surgeon; fixing what is broken even though she still had her own heart to repair.
That person was me. Not knowing how heavy the weight would come. The weight of our insecurities, our past experiences that we both currently held on to, and the weight of two broken hearts. It all became so overwhelming. I began to question "How can your heart heal so quickly?" I realized I was a distraction.
You did not have to pay attention to the damage because I was there for you. But you were not over it yet, you pretended. I knew because you constantly talked about it over and over until I got sick of hearing it. Then after you tried to fix everything I still got to a point where I knew this would never work. Once I comfortable I would push you around and you would let me. You have learned a lot and I did also. I have learned that I cannot keep all promises, I cannot make everyone happy. With that said, I do not mean to reopen the stitches sewn into your heart, but I have to get mine in tact first before I can help you. Then I can be ready for my next lover . . . sorry.
Love,
Your Backbone
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