There is a lot of hype about heart break. But, it is often wrongly portrayed as this one instance when the whole thing crumples down- an apocalypse of sort, for some relationships mean the world to you (at least at that particular point of time).
It is not. It is when small cracks appear, and it starts bleeding, and you patch things up to keep going despite all the pain. And, one day it becomes too hard to take anymore and it just stops ticking for things you believe in. That’s real heart break!
Heart broke a little every time when;
I was told I can grow up to be anything, but realised all everyone wanted from me was fit into their mind frame
The pinkie swear with this girl in ponytail to be best friends forever did not stand the test of time
The assurance of “Always and Forever” wilted a few years after the first flowers were exchanged
Farewell mails vowing to stay in touch are as hollow as it sounds
And many other countless times..
It breaks a little more now, when I look into your tiny eyes and keep saying I will always be there for you, knowing exactly that I won’t be around forever
A pile of broken promises and spoken words that weighs heavily sits now where the heart used to
Love and Pain are mirror images of each other. You cannot feel one without feeling the other. “Lost in love” is an ode to those who have/are lost in love, which they probably never had in first place
She got up in the middle of night and checked if he was sleeping beside her. She touched him to make sure it was not a dream; he was there alright, but what she did not know was that she had lost touch with his soul a long way back.
Like horses tethered to a cart, they pulled the burden of life together; different destinations in their head, but destined to be together as God’s hand had frantically wrote it on their head.
“Pain needs to be felt”, said Augustus to Hazel, they were not alone in their battle. She closed her book, she felt the pain- being lonely was tougher than being alone.
Looking into mirror and seeing them together was their thing once upon a time, now when their eyes lock accidentally while in front of a mirror, all they could see was two strangers staring back at them. Love looked into mirror and saw pain.
People saw an image when they were together, when what truly it should have been was a reflection of their real self.
A static image, a picture frozen in time, a broken reel.
This post was inspired by the above quote from R M Drake. Thanks to his powerful words, thoughts and intellect.