You Deserve Those Broken Hearts

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I remembered the first time I had my heartbroken, it was in junior high school and during that time I didn't know why I was such a serious girl when it comes to commitment. It was painful but I didn't cry. I just let myself felt the pain.

The naive me during that time resented that guy who broke my heart and I learnt the hard way to accept that terrible ending. 

And then, time moved forward to senior high. I found a new love and this time I was the one who ended our relationship. It was also painful because I actually didn't mean to hurt that guy. Again, my heart was broken because I hurt myself and the person that I really cherish. 

The me during that time wanted to be together with him again but trying the hard way to commit myself to the decision that I had made. Suffering the pain of hurting him was a terrible feeling.

Then, in university I found a new love again. This time my heart was broken into pieces. I didn't hate the guy, but it was the first time I felt I was drowning deep into the sea of darkness with no one to help. I felt a deep feeling of fear and pain.

The me during that time was lost. I didn't know what else to do. All I could do was pray. Pray and letting myself accept the pain and move on. That's all I could think of. 

And now as I recall those times, I learnt something important. I deserve those broken hearts because from there is where the me today was shaped. I never hated those people who used to colored my days with happiness. In fact I am glad we cross paths. 

To experience a broken heart is a really excruciating journey where your heart, mind and soul are deeply wounded. But then, without those broken hearts, you won't learn the true meaning of loving someone and you won't know the true value you have in yourself.