— for Leen
I’ve seen her.
A smile on her pretty face but her hollow eyes held little shine. The way she speaks, slower than usual, punctuating her every sentence heavily. Her aura a little dim, surrounds her small frame. For a moment I thought to myself, “who is this girl am I looking at?”
Here’s something to share.
When a heart is broken, it never pieces back the same.
She was the most vibrant darling I’ve met. Always laughing, smiling and sharing jokes. Her tender heart, so kind and so young.
Leen* was one of my closest online friends a few years back. We motivate each other, share inside jokes, and even sent each other gifts for Christmas. She was always this bubbly persona online and it was such a thrilling experience to have met her for the first time. I remember how chatty she had been, not stopping until I told her jokingly, “I’m getting thirsty on your behalf.”
All changed a few months back— her fragile heart broken in the meanest way possible. She withdrew herself into a haven she created and no one was allowed near. I remember it wasn’t just tears staining her cheeks every night, but also her wounded heart.
Here’s something to share.
When a heart is broken, it never pieces back the same.
She was the most vibrant darling I’ve met. Always laughing, smiling and sharing jokes. Her tender heart, so kind and so young.
Leen* was one of my closest online friends a few years back. We motivate each other, share inside jokes, and even sent each other gifts for Christmas. She was always this bubbly persona online and it was such a thrilling experience to have met her for the first time. I remember how chatty she had been, not stopping until I told her jokingly, “I’m getting thirsty on your behalf.”
All changed a few months back— her fragile heart broken in the meanest way possible. She withdrew herself into a haven she created and no one was allowed near. I remember it wasn’t just tears staining her cheeks every night, but also her wounded heart.
Leen and I lost contact, her final message to me was to take care and she’ll be back when she feels better.
I trusted her, sent her the kindest and most inspiring message I can muster and prayed for her aching soul. A week ago, I received a text from Leen. She wanted to meet. I was ecstatic + nervous to see her again.
I trusted her, sent her the kindest and most inspiring message I can muster and prayed for her aching soul. A week ago, I received a text from Leen. She wanted to meet. I was ecstatic + nervous to see her again.
I thought of the things I should say and things I shouldn’t.
When the day came, we settled for a nice cozy dinner. She greeted me with a hug and a smile. She looked different, a little plumper, long brown curls replacing her short hair and a new tattoo on her nape. Still charming, but Leen isn’t like the Leen I remembered.
We talked and she mentioned how she got everything sorted, she felt like a new person and she’s happy. She started Pilates classes, traveled to Ho Chi Minh, and got herself a puppy to care. Pain still laced her voice but she’s moving forward and I couldn’t have been prouder of her.
Darling, this is what being heartbroken does to you.
You change, you break and you grieve. Your heart mends itself ever so slowly but you’ll still move forward.
Slowly you’ll find passion again. The courage to try new things comes to you.
A light in you will fight so hard— to show you that you have to carry on and you will.
Leen wasn’t the same. She didn’t glow like how she used to, but making progress to move forward is what made her look more beautiful than she ever did.
To stronger hearts for all who’s been scarred,
When the day came, we settled for a nice cozy dinner. She greeted me with a hug and a smile. She looked different, a little plumper, long brown curls replacing her short hair and a new tattoo on her nape. Still charming, but Leen isn’t like the Leen I remembered.
We talked and she mentioned how she got everything sorted, she felt like a new person and she’s happy. She started Pilates classes, traveled to Ho Chi Minh, and got herself a puppy to care. Pain still laced her voice but she’s moving forward and I couldn’t have been prouder of her.
Darling, this is what being heartbroken does to you.
You change, you break and you grieve. Your heart mends itself ever so slowly but you’ll still move forward.
Slowly you’ll find passion again. The courage to try new things comes to you.
A light in you will fight so hard— to show you that you have to carry on and you will.
Leen wasn’t the same. She didn’t glow like how she used to, but making progress to move forward is what made her look more beautiful than she ever did.
So if you’re ever heart broken, don’t think that it’s the end. A new journey has just begun. Find your light and go with it.
To stronger hearts for all who’s been scarred,
Melody
*name changed for privacy
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