I had everything . . . and then, I had nothing.
When all you’re left with are the pieces of your broken heart, there’s nothing you can do, except try to rebuild. So, that’s what I did.
One moment was all it took for me to feel the first flutter of hope I’d had in a long time.
He barrelled into my life, covered in tattoos and surrounded by an aura that enraptured me, determined to be the glue that held every broken piece of me together.
I wanted to push him away, because I was scared to lose anyone else I loved.
But, I wanted to hold him close because without him, my life was empty.
It destroys everything. The love you thought you had? Blame will chew it up and spit it out faster than you can blink.
Blame is like cancer; it eats away at all the good. It consumes you and if you are not careful, it will kill you.