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Ripped out of my chest like tearing open a glass door with a crowbar, utterly shattering every inch.
I had an ex who tortured me for 9 years, never letting go of me, and still cried to me, saying he'd never love again. I loved him so much, but he had so much growing up to do. We remained best friends throughout this time period. He died four years ago. He was also the father of my child. Knowing that he died in love and broken-hearted has been a daily struggle to cope with. All I know, is that letting myself marinate in my own sorrow and pain is not healthy, and suffering needs to end and healing begin. He never let that happen, that's what breaks my heart now and forever.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think to myself, I wish Darren were here - To watch his daughter grow up, and to realize that he could have been happy.
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