I wanna talk about love. I guess I never really knew it. It was a grand idea of sorts, a wonderful thing to think about. I guess it didn’t fit right, it just wasn’t for me. I want to know real love and share it. I always thought I had it right and that my love was the real thing. I guess, I guess I was wrong. I was hoping and pushing for something that didn’t exist. So here I am, broken. Praying and wishing for life after love, or what I thought was love. I need direction; I need attention. How do you mend a broken heart? How do you move on and well, move on? How do you pick up the pieces of a shattered life? This is something new, something I have to figure out and do on my own. I have no words of wisdom, I have lost my “love”. The pieces are scattered and hard to find now. I’m trying but I don’t know that I will find them all. I want to regain myself and figure out this new life. I want to take the time to figure it all out. I want to be me again. I know that I can be but it will take some time. I can mend this heart of mine and make it better than before. I can be all that I want to and find love again. These words are all that I need for now. I can make it through the day. One day at a time until love is mine again.