broken heel

She perfectly sways as she walks in those heels. Confidence shouts in every step she makes. She balances her stand and follows the invisible straight line. She carries them with regal and remarkable poise as she justifies that catwalk. "Perfect" - - she thinks.

Suddenly, her right foot missed to follow the next step. Something weakened her stand as if it was about to give up. She panicked as she looked down to check what was wrong.. but it was too late. She fell-- the heel was broken.

She tried to fix it and made it look like nothing was wrong. She stood up and tried to walk .. but as she stepped again, she couldn't balance well. She tried harder, pretended it will soon be the same as how she used to carry herself.
Then she tripped.
Fell again.
This time, harder.
And she was hurt.

It has no way to make the broken heel stand again.
She put the shoes back in its box. Keep one good memory of it and let go.
She's hurt. .
And no matter what she does, when she's hurt, she's hurt. There are things she can't take back.

The hardest thing to break is not a fragile, gullible heart. It's actually the stoned one.The once broken and already repaired. Because when it's broken, it just doesn't bleed. It doesn't rip. it became beyond repair. It shatters into pieces, and no amount of mighty bond (no matter how strong) can put it back together

.. just like that broken heel. And it can never be the same again no matter how many times you fix it.

I''ll just be here. To watch. To listen. I believe she will have that perfect walk again- leaving the broken heel behind. But for now, i am holding your hands as you walk away.

I believe in you, tough one!