Starting again. Again.

Yesterday morning I was in a relationship. Yesterday night I was not. So this morning I am starting again. Again.
It's been a horrible week (which is why I haven't taken any photos this week). And it hurts. It hurts in the core of me, it hurts down to my fingers and toes. And part of me knows that I deserve better than a man who thinks that love is like a fairytale movie, and who has messed me around for a week, and who will say that I am utterly amazing yet not want to take the time to get to know me, who is not willing to take the risk of getting close and finding real love. But he is amazing. And he was worth fighting for. And I fought. And now it's over. And once again I wonder how many times you have to get your heart broken before you love a man who loves you back. And I wonder how many times I can go through this pain again. One day I will love again, but today my heart is in pieces and I don't know where to start with putting it together again, and I want to wrap it in a blanket to keep it warm and safe. One day I will let it out of that blanket. But I thought that he was the one and I thought that he would take care of my heart.
And so I start again. Again.