Friday, July 11, 2008

Whoever wrote this, I salute you!

a broken heart...;-)
Message: Nothing feels quite like a broken heart.

It's true.

A broken heart is the single greatest pain you will
ever have to endure, in fact, the most hurt you can
ever imagine: and the one who commits this
emotional crime is not someone you hate; it is not
even someone you dislike. No, because the only
person who is capable of breaking your heart is
the one who holds it precariously in their hands,
the one with whom you have shared your dreams,
your secrets, your fears - the one you love more
than anybody else in the world... and therein lies
the irony.

However, that is the chance you take. Love is all
about risk. If you give your heart to someone else -
as most of us do at one time or another - it is
theirs to do with as they wish. You now have
absolutely no control over it, and whether it
remains intact is up to them.

Heartbreak is an odd kind of pain, because you
are not dying. You are not even sick. For all intents
and purposes you are perfectly fine, yet inside -
where your heart used to be - you hurt so much
that you can't breathe, you can't sleep, and you
can't stop the tears from falling. You may eat too
much; you may not eat at all. Non-smokers light
up; non-drinkers find a bar.

A broken heart is the world's great equalizer,
because it can bring even the strongest man to
his knees.

It happens to the best of us, they say. Time heals
everything, they say. What doesn't kill us can only
make us stronger, they say. And my personal
favorite - it is better to have loved and lost than
never to have loved at all. Yeah, right. BULLSHIT, I
say.

You will listen to any advice you are given - take a
walk, take a holiday, join a gym, get a haircut -
because everybody over the age of consent thinks
they have an Honors Degree in Heartache. Too
much TV!!!

At the end of it all though you won't actually take
any of this armchair psychology seriously,
because you are STUBBORN, and because
nobody else knows what the hell you are going
through anyway. I mean, how could they?

It's your heart that lies bleeding on the floor
next to
you, not theirs. It's your tears. It's your pain for
God's sake!

It's easy to spot someone who has just had their
heart broken. You'll see them out walking
aimlessly, like extras from a zombie flick,
muttering to themselves in a language only they
understand. Every now and then one of them is
run down by a passing truck or bus. Man, LOVE
REALLY IS BLIND! Not that it really matters
anyway. It's survival of the fittest. Nothing
personal.

How long does it take to get over a broken heart?
It's simple really. NEVER. There is no glue to
mend that kind of thing; no bandage, no quick fix.
All you can do is bend down, pick up the pieces,
and hope you have enough there to find a little
happiness once the tears have dried on your
cheeks. Sure, you move on, you go out with other
people, you smile, you laugh, you love again, you
get married, you have two-point-four children, you
collect your pension, YOU DIE. You may very well
have a good life, a great life even - but that break
is ALWAYS there.

There may be days, weeks - months even - when
it doesn't cross your mind at all, but don't go
fooling yourself into thinking the pain has gone.
You have it tucked away along with all your best
kept secrets. You will be on your deathbed and
through the haze of your memory the only thing you
will know for sure is what happened to your heart
all those years ago.

Very few people go through life unscathed - only
the LUCKY ONES amongst us. Love is a bumpy
ride. Most of us have to endure a few scratches
and scrapes along the way, a couple of bruises, a
fracture or two, and then that final rite of passage
into adulthood - the broken heart. Pat yourself on
the back; you are now in the club. You never
wanted to sign up, I'm sure, but you're here for
life. 'Til death us do part, baby.

Get over it!

--unknown--

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