My heart....

My heart is exploded into a million little pieces, each with serrated edges stabbing my soul. The pain is unbearable, but greatly cherished, since I am in the least feeling something. My love is greater than anything I know, and impossibly it is growing, more and more, straining me to my breaking point, and pushing me past all odds. But he doesn’t love me. As long as I am allowed the amazing privilege to love him, I am ok. I don’t care if he rejects me. I don’t care if he hates me. I will continue to love him, and I will never give up hope. I will never stop caring. To me, he is the reason I choose to be happy. But as the pieces of my heart pierce me, I am tempted to give in, to give up. For his sake, for my sake, for our future I can not. I will continue through the pain, through the tears, through the blood and through the wounds that leave beautiful scars. I will listen to his words, and his music as if they are speaking straight to my heart. When he finnaly will grasp me, I will never let go. I will forever love.