by L'Chaunte Benson

Created on: February 05, 2007   Last Updated: May 26, 2011

It seems like it was yesterday. Dates at the drive-in movie and nights of cuddling while listening to Jon B. I thought that we would never separate. That is until he decided to sleep with all of my friends. The pain of a lover being untrue. I had felt something I had never felt before. A pain that wasn't physical, but it hurt so bad that it made me cry. No matter what I did, I couldn't escape it. It was the pain of having a broken heart.

When I first found out, I pretended not to care. With all of my friends standing around, I had to pretend that I was the one who was in control. The celebration of a woman set free served as a temporary band-aid for the agony I was feeling. The adrenaline rushing through my system as I party away the feelings of sorrow helped to numb the pain. But as soon as I went home and the loneliness got a chance to catch up with me, I could only think about how badly it hurt.

Time went on, I no longer felt the hatred and confusion that I had once felt due to the promiscuity of my boyfriend. I truely feel that time is what healed my heart. All of the other methods seemed to temporarily work. Don't get me wrong, all of the drinking, partying, and meeting other guys did help to soothe the pain, but time healed it. It is like the phrase, "Rome wasn't built in a day." My heart was torn down. Not only did it have to be rebuilt, but it had to be cleaned up.

Once all of the pieces were gathered, I was able to begin the rebuilding process. Do you ever fully recover, no. There is always that part that will never forget what happened. But you do become stronger, finding ways to build immunities to the things that hurt you so bad once before. A broken heart will heal itself in its own time.

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