My heart broke. It always does.

I always end up picking the pieces and fix my own self. I’d like to think that I’m a good fixer. I just can’t believe how other people would expect “someone” to fix them. Maybe it is something that I have not experienced yet. Maybe, just a deep resounding maybe.

My heart broke. I just stare and sigh.

There are a lot of things that would break my heart. I always end up picking the pieces and fix my own self. I want someone to fix me. I’d like to believe someone out there would. Till then, I will just keep on believing.

My heart broke.

Fix me.