Diary of a Girl with a Broken Heart

Where do broken hearts go? That’s the question on my mind, with tears running down my cheek and my pillow is soaked from it. My heart is broken, my eyes are heavy with tears, my hands are weak to write. I  am trying to be strong but I can't help it, remembering the experience makes me cry the more. Can someone please hug me and tell me it's all right. I just deleted every memory of Melvin from my phone, contact, Facebook and other social media, but I can't erase the memory of him on my mind it's so difficult.

Have been so stupid to repeat same mistake over again, how foolish have I been, I thought have finally found the one for me, the man who would be the father of my kids, the man I want to spend the rest of my life with but I got it all wrong. God please when would you give me my own, that's the question I asked my heavenly father. I know have not been a good daughter, have done wrong things in the past but please forgive. I Have been down spiritually, have been down emotionally. Argh!!!! Can I scream and shout till the world cries out to me. Ok before I tell you what  really happened to me and my relationship issues, let me say a little about myself.

I Am a lady in her mid twenties, fair and slim, tall (5 ft 7inch) people say am beautiful, I know am beautiful. A final year student of Agriculture Economics in a Nigerian university am also an entrepreneur. I am the 2nd and last child of Mr and Mrs Moses Ewurum. Am Uloma a girl with a broken heart and am asking where do I mend it or where do broken hearts go?

To be continued next week.....
Have you been heart broken, what did you do to mend your heart back?