Love is the most said and expressed feeling in the world. Hate could challenge, but that’s a story for another day. People have done the most, the best and the sickening things in the name of love. Personally, I think it’s the best and worst feeling ever
I did love once, it was the best and worst thing that happened to me. The most dreamiest of dreamy guys. Had everything and what’s more, he knew how to love me. Made love so effortlessly. So was the break up though. Effortlessly painful and excruciating. It was as if my home just got demolished. Actually, it did get demolished. That is because, to me, home isn’t a place, it’s where you make it. And I made mine in a person who was both friend and lover. And I lost both.
There aren’t no words to ever do justice to such a pain. Feeling as if you could never feel again. As if there isn’t anyone left for you. The sudden reckoning that even the best of people in your life will one day leave you. Hot tears streaming down your face at 3am and all of a sudden Jessie Ware’s Heart and any other heartbreak song lyrics makes total sense. Honestly, I can’t begin to explain so I wouldn’t.
But you’ll get over it. Slowly, little by little but surely. I mean, you might get drunk and text or call them, telling them how much you wish them back or just plainly embarrass yourself. But that’s okay. You’ll realise how stupid you’ve been when you meet the other person waiting for you.
Well, don’t be afraid darling, love, break hearts and get your heart broken. It’s a part of life after all.