Your First Heartbreak

The truth of the matter is that you will never see it coming, you will never expect it. When it happens, you'd probably have been thinking you were doing fine. You'd probably have spent months on end being happy, indulging in retail therapy and the ritual ice cream tub and chick flick movie nights to "heal" and move on. 

But the real heart break will hit you when you least expect it. At a time when you think you've let it all go and you're free from the memories. Everything will come flooding back in just one unfortunate moment, the scents you had come to love, the music you played, even the colours you loved during your time of love. You'll even start dreaming about it and reliving each moment in some torturous walk down memory lane. To put it bluntly, it will hurt like frok. 

It will be like walking on hot charcoals with pointy nails sticking out of them. Each step will hurt and bruise and sting. You will shed fresh tears, and these will also be painful to release. You will be broken to tiny little pieces to the point where you start to question life itself, your purpose on earth and also if you'll ever get over it. Everything will be dark and gloomy, and you will love the cold, dark and stormy days when you can lock yourself away from everyone and stuff your face off or starve yourself thin. Then while you're in the midst of that chaotic nervous breakdown, somebody usually comes along, accidentally changing your story. They will help rebuild you, pick up all the pieces for you and repair them like a potter repairing his favourite pot. You have hope again, you're happy again, and you might even love again once the walls you've built have fully crumbled down. You can go through that cycle over and over again, because, you see, the other real truth of the matter is that love doesn't hurt, heartbreak does. Falling never hurts, landing does, and yet, we get up, dust ourselves off and carry forward! Regrets and mistakes will shape us up; they're lessons to learn, that's just the way it is. I've heard this too many times and I still love it: "It's better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all." Love is a beautiful thing, cherish it.

xo