One for the road.

My heart is literally breaking.

And I wish it was in the way that I am okay with.. the way where I know it will hurt for awhile and I'll cry and wish I had Marley to hold onto.

Unfortunately, it's the kind of breaking that I can't do anything about. The kind that breaks for someone else. I know I was a part of it, I know I may have caused it, I know you may have been a bigger part than I ever could have been in it.. but it breaks.

It breaks and it hurts.

All I really want is someone to pick me up, cradle me, hold me, tuck me in and tell me they are there. Lay next to me and let their heart beat with mine so I know I'm not alone.

I'm so sorry that you've truly hurt and battered so many people that no one will do that for you. Right now, I know no one will do that for me because I just can't make myself that vulnerable to ask.. but if I opened up, they would. In a heart beat.

And I'm really sorry that you have no one right now.

The same heart that you questioned, demeaned, degraded and insulted is breaking for you own because it was never whole.. it never had the chance to break for anyone else but yourself. I'm sorry.