Tag Archives: Heartbreak

679 days of waiting to love you.

Hello Darling, Even being able to say that warms my heart. You are my darling. And I am so happy that you are here. I have waited 679 days to love you. 679 days precisely, of imagining everything you would be like to keep me afloat on tough days. Of imagining the way you’d have…

A Thank You to the One Who Broke Me.

I don’t like to say broke, because now that life makes sense, maybe you didn’t break me, perhaps you built me. To be who I am today. Never in my life could I imagine a love after you. Never. But now there are times where I stop breathing, not because I’m crying in pain like I used to, but…

To the Open Heart, Grieving the Love of Your Life.

An open heart, and not a broken one, because my love, even in the midst of the cracking you may feel, your heart is more open than ever; feeling more intensity than it ever has. Whether your angel has left to heaven, or your angel has died with the rose-colored figment of your imagination, your heart will be…

To the Men Who Broke the Woman Who Just Loved Loving You.

How do I say this in a way that you will hear me? Hear me pleading for the Hmong women who didn’t know better and could only do the best they could to love you. How can I say it in a way that doesn’t coddle and cushion what you did and have no interest…

Childhood Scars from a Happy Home & First-Born Syndrome.

My family has a tradition of watching old family videos together, laughing and reminiscing on all the childhood days. But truth is: I can’t watch anything of myself after age 3. I can’t bear it. Little me gets a little louder, a little rougher, a little more outbursting with anger, a little lot more hard to understand,…

Witness-Bearing: Acknowledging Your Own Pain to Heal.

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you.” -Maya Angelou In Argentina, I learned of an important term that is crucial to many of the victims of the world’s most tragic crimes: Bearing Witness. That when people seek punishment for their offender, more than revenge, what they really are seeking is the…

To the Angels that were taken from Heaven: My Hmong Women.

To heal through my breakup, I did a variety of research; to dismantle my experience and understand a world outside mine. One of them, was to learn of heartbreaks other than mine, to see amazing people survive out of these dark times. Dark times that were even darker than mine; because someone will always have…