The morning came without sun this time. I still had hope. Of loving another human being. But when you give yourself to someone who does not even care for your wellbeing. How can anything be OK again. Well, maybe it was not to be. But it was and though pieces of your heart scatter on the floor on which you try to stand, it becomes hard. Hard to admit you wee wrong. Hard to accept the truth because like morning, its not always shiny.
So we wait for the sun set. To go down with all that broke us. All we gave a new as not reciprocated. Because feelings cannot be forced nor created. They just come out and are expressed. So we have to learn the art to move on, no matter how hard the load or heavy. We get broken hearted for a reason. And pain knows no season.