Slowly I began to realize it was the memories I was still in love with. At least that is what I told myself. My mind liked to mix emotions together and confuse me. So I was left to decipher the truth in them all.
![](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/70596741-288-k45523.jpg)
YOU ARE READING
The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Short StoryI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...