The last time I saw my last bo, I remember really seeing him for the first time (dewey eyes and all). And I know my heart broke just then. It truly did. But they became wide open to a life and a place I could no longer see myself in. And God I just hurt for the longest time. But I know I made the right choice of never going back.
hmm. idk. it depends upon what the eyes are open to. if we're speaking universally. good heartache though. that can be applied. heart break is all down with no love fall. but this has alot of oppositional themes. love and disappointment stalemate. wonderfully expected around here. still a tasty little tid-bit.