I Have a Broken Heart

When I first met him. I thought he was the one. Emphasis on "THE ONE". He was heaven sent- the chorus of hallelujah echoing in my ears. Pupils dilate, influx of dopamine, Heart racing. (Is this truly happening?) He was everything that I had envisioned in a partner, and damn, what a sight to behold. I felt like the main character in some fabled love story! (Thank you Nicholas Sparks for my idealogies of love*cough cough* The Notebook *cough cough*)
Momma used to tell me love came easily. That it ebbs and flows like the sea- constant and everlasting. Loving him came naturally. Loving him was easy. At risk of sounding corny. He broke down the walls to my heart. Whispers come home.
He validated my existence. The love sick fool I was believed that all these obstacles I had overcome lead me to this moment, to him. He made me feel worthy, made me feel I was enough.
As I reflect on our experiences together, almost borderline obsessive. I focused on the good aspects of the relationship. I had refused to acknowledge the bad. (Love is real, it exist) I held on to that conviction, like it was going to set me free. I am foolish in my dealings with matters of the heart. He was a tornado, there is beauty in disasters. He left me breathless, and once this strom passed. I find myself still trying to catch my breath. No one told me how heart wrenching and difficult it was to let someone go.