Right now being 22 as I look back on my life, I never had a heart to mend. Yes, I did have boyfriends, some were not so caring the other ones gave me a world, I believed some day they will be great husbands and wonderful fathers, but not with me. I was always the one who was running, who didn't know how to hold hands while crossing the street, who didn't know how to love, as there was a broken part for love in me. I was always the one who was burning bridges and never looked back, the one who was always leaving them, the one who cheated sometimes. I was the one they called "heartbreaker". Hearing them saying that it occurred to me.
Maybe ,just maybe I was always leaving not to be left.
Maybe, just maybe I was cheating not to be cheated on.
Maybe, just maybe I was burning bridges cause I couldn't see me standing on one with someone.
But then again...
Maybe, just maybe I never had a heart to mend, cause I never needed someone to feel whole.