The Worst Heartbreak

It breaks my heart that I don’t have hers
But what’s worse than this incredible ache?
Seeing her break down after burning out

It breaks my heart that she doesn’t love me
But what’s worse than not being loved back?
Her loss of passion and reason to keep going

It breaks my heart that we will never kiss
But what’s worse than our lips not touching?
Her being numb after life keeps hurting her

It breaks my heart, we’ll never be together
But what’s worse than my worst heartbreak?
Erasing our dear friendship from existence

I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And still offer her a shoulder to cry on
Her kind soul needs a cleansing catharsis

I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And also the burden that is on her shoulders
She is never alone, even during her battles

I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And keeping choosing her joy, day and night
Even if that means she chooses someone else

I’d rather carry my worst heartbreak ever
Her sweetest smile is still worth the hurt
And her heartbreak matters more than mine


Header image: Marek Studzinski of Unsplash. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.

Notes to Self XVIII

Lately, aside from being consistent in my daily rituals (e.g., updating my journal system, skincare, listening to music), I have been exploring uncharted territory. Every week, I would visit a different café or watch a show I should have watched years ago. (Sorry for being late to the party, fans of the iconic action drama 24. Now I get it.)

But since September started, I need to sacrifice exploring new things—for the next few weeks, at least.

This is my 18th Notes to Self. (Also, I think this is my first time-pressured one?)

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