Diary of a Dreamer: 21 minutes

Those first 21 minutes of my heartbreak were very painful. All I could feel was heart wrenching pain- the sorrow of a broken heart. But out there, those 21 minutes might have been someone’s happy moment.

The days stretched on and nights seemed so lonely. I was living in agony, till I stopped feeling anything. I was lost. While my heart was breaking, someone’s might have been rejoicing. One person’s loss is another person’s gain.