Broken glass chronicles

I tried.

To love.

No, I did love. I succeeded there. 

But his heart was like broken glass. 

Silly me to think I could reconfigure the pieces without getting hurt. The pain has subsided, but there is definitely a scar.

I promise to remember (until I forget) without pain.....

I am a seed planted by the winds of fate....

Mission Statement for my 39th Year of Life

I am putting in the work to become a whole me, a better me. Learning to love, appreciate and believe in myself so that my loved ones are beneficiaries of who I will become.