We’ve all faced it before, but still forget how easy it is to break your heart again and again.
I’ve had so many heartbreaks.
When I was five passing through the fancy store, longing to make that expensive cloth doll my own.
When I walked into school for the first time, and my neighbour had longer, darker hair than mine.
When my class teacher punctured my ego, knocking points off for my hasty handwriting.
When my mother denied me a fifth slice of cake.
When my father wouldn’t sign my report card because of a few failures, and I had to face detention in school.
When I opened my laptop for the first time in a new job and it didn’t boot.
When I realized my colleagues have moved on and I was still getting coffee.
When I stole my brother’s wallet only to find bills in there.
When I had to endure the funeral of my favourite teacher.
They all flash before my eyes when I play this song in my headset.
“What becomes of the broken-hearted… who had love that’s now departed?”
And I realize: We’ll be fine.