Emotionally, I’m not over you. How do you invest your feelings in someone new when someone old still hasn’t given them back? I don’t want you, I don’t desire to be with you. But my heart isn’t ready to love again just yet. And it hasn’t. I haven’t given this disassembled heart away to anyone since you left. It needs it’s time to mend, a broken heart. Just like a broken bone. I would be cheating my next lover by giving them something that’s not ready to give. My heart knows this. It sends out flushes of urge to be alone. My heart has a voice that screams loudly, it asks me to please not be foolish. It doesn’t want prosthetic feelings and parts trying to make it whole again from attention I’m not ready to receive. My heart knows.