There’s nothing beautiful or poetic about having your heart broken. It’s desperately trying to keep yourself from texting them that you miss them at 3am. It’s waking up the next morning and immediately feeling sad. It’s forcing yourself to get ready each day even though you barely have energy for anything. So stop romanticizing heart break. It’s not beautiful. It fucking sucks.
You’re trying not to tell him you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.