We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I fiddle with my hands, peering up at him again, and all I can think is, God, I wish he’d stop staring at me like that.

Our scars make us who we are. Some scars are just deeper than others.

I mean, aren’t we all tormented by past relationships?