I hate how after a bad breakup one person gets to immediately move on. The other person is left broken with shattered pieces of their heart in their hands waiting for someone to glue them back together. Sometimes that other person is forever left with a broken heart. Other times that person finds their love who has a glue gun and glues back the broken pieces of their heart. I'm the first person; the person that is left with the shattered pieces of their broken heart. You're the person that got to move on without feeling broken or hurt.
