Someone once compared grief to carrying a needle in your pocket. Most of the time, you go about your day without noticing it. But then, out of nowhere, you get pricked, and all the pain comes rushing back.
I think that's a perfect way to describe it.
I told myself that I’ll never experience this kind of heartbreak ever again, it’s been like that since my first real heartbreak. I do get sad but i never allow the sadness to last bethuna, no man will ever make have sleepless nights ever again.