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I Know You Think We Wanted Your Heartbreak
But we were actually trying to prevent it, sweet one
So young, innocent, and sweet. The blush of first love, thinking your love interest can do no wrong. Your parents pointed out red flags. Your best friend pointed out others. Everyone you knew, in fact, pointed out at least one unique flaw in this person. Everyone cautioned you to be careful, guard your heart, watch your back, because this person might really hurt you.
“They all just want to see me get my heart broken,” you thought. “They want me to be hurt.”
And then it happened. Your love showed their true colors, shattered all your illusions and with them, your heart. Devastated, trying to gather up the pieces of your broken heart without blinking so the tears brimming in your eyes wouldn’t fall, you were certain we were happy.
“They got what they wanted,” you thought now. “They saw me get my heart broken.”
But here’s the truth that you’re not yet old enough, wise enough, or healed enough to see: that’s not what we wanted at all.
Love is blind
Love, especially those first, innocent loves before your heart has ever been broken, is blind. It sees no faults, it hears no lies, and it tastes nothing but the sweet ripeness of…
