How special is it to experience a heartbreak at the hands of a boy.
Our reason for confusion that stops our very journey of life,
leaving us with the question of if God really does have a plan?
A stolen heart; a gift or a curse? A loss that is filled with such emptiness.
But a gain filled with divine purpose.
How rich is the person who loses their heart, loses their confidence, loses their purity.
If it weren't for this brokenness caused by a boy, You will never receive the blessing of a man.
A man oh so gentle with you're fragile heart.
A man whom pieces your confidence back together.
A man who holds you're purity close to his heart of love, and not to his vast mind of lies.
How blessed is this broken heart dear child. A broken heart that you will soon enough hand over to a man, who will make it his life purpose to hold you're heart so close to God's that it shall never be broken again. What a bond, what a love, caused by a broken heart.
Thinking about my past heartbreaks and how thankful I am for them.
Without these dreadful possessions, I could never know what it's like to be the pure subject of another's love.