Dear Broken Heart
Of course you miss him even though he’s ripped out your heart. He’s been such a major part of your life, or your whole life, so it’s perfectly normal that you’re going to miss him.
But it’s like a trip to the dentist, babe.
Your tooth hurts like fuck and after you get it pulled, you feel immense relief. But how many fucking times a day does your tongue run itself over the spot where your tooth was? Ten. Twenty. Maybe even a hundred.
And that’s just how it is with him too. He was a bad tooth. He hurt you like fuck and he’s gone now and you notice his absence and you miss him.
He’s left a gap and it’s huge and it’s going to take you a while to not miss him as much. But it takes time.
And for fuck’s sake, don’t keep him around.
He’s a fucking bad tooth, a horrible infected molar. Keeping him’s going to hurt you even more.
Think about it, babe.
Love,
Trishie
