Maybe we should have enjoyed being friends and never bothered dating. Maybe we would still be friends rather than exes. Or maybe it was inevitable that we would get together.
There are a thousand and one other maybes, maybe in an alternate universe, we followed one of the several maybes, and ended up with a “happily ever after”.
They say assumption is the lowest form of information. It should also be on the tombstone of lots of relationships.
As much as some people would say “I’m not the talking type”, having a chat is the only way we can express, address, and fix the many sticky points in relationships.
And if I never heal from this heartbreak, will I ever get to love again?
Can love be built on pain?
What if I’m unable to connect with anyone?
Who would teach me to love again?
I have seen men that are tough, authoritative, unquestionable, fierce, whatever else adjective you want to qualify them with. Yet, whenever their wives or kids come around, you see a different side of them.
In that moment, they are approachable, calmer, and friendlier. You might even be able to get a smile from them.
“The essence of life manifests better when love is found.”
This is to love. May we find it. May the one we find it in, find it in us. And when it ends in heartbreak or death, may it all be worth it.
With all I hold dear, I love you. For all I hold dear, I’m sorry, I just can’t save you. Why do you make this so hard? Why have you made it impossible to save you?
Another crazy thing about heartbreak is that even if you can see it from a mile away, it doesn’t hurt any less.
Both times I’ve experienced heartbreak, I had envisaged it, but that doesn’t ease the impact. As a matter of fact, it hurt more.