HEARTBREAKS, Fails & Funny

Broken Heart

Broken Heart 13 March, 20182 Comments

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

We can’t get into someone else’s heart
Understand their feelings or decisions
With each broken heart I reflected on the same things.

Break-ups are never easy. Even less then: we didn’t fight, discuss, there was no infidelity. We didn’t disrespect each other. Love wasn’t over.
There were no reasons for this to happen.
However, there was his decision. I received two messages from him that greyed out my day.
I knew he had no intentions of hurting me, but those words had pierced me so profoundly, that instead of expressing my feelings and ideas openly, I blurted out all I thought at the moment, leaving all the love behind. Nothing nice came out of me.

Maybe my heart is too sensitive. And letting him go is the easiest. Maybe I’m just a coward. Should I respect his decision even if I don’t agree? Or should I fight for his love, for trying this out, for being together.
What a joy to feel this much! Love this strongly. Feel so profoundly. How hard to find balance on your emotions, so that your heart doesn’t overflow, so that I don’t hurt myself every time. Is it because of these deep feelings that I write for you? Or for me? Or for him? Or for no one?

The sky was burning in flames, so was my heart.
I wasn’t sure if that was a sign that his messages were definite or if those orange clouds that sheltered me were just a reflection of my soul.
I wasn’t pleased with that breakup
Without motives. Without talking it through
How is it…. that you take someone you love out of your heart?

The answer isn’t relevant. What that breakup was making me consider was:
Why end up with what elevates you and makes you grow?
Why not with what diminishes you and makes you weak?
Why get rid of all we’ve build up together?
Or that which the world decided to bring together again and again?
With each broken heart I asked myself the same things.

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

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