got this from friendster.. "woes of a broken heart"
It's amazing the kind of things people do for love
sometimes. We rip our hearts out, tear ourselves
to shreds give up our dreams, defy the people that
care about us... and we do it all for the very simple
thing we call "love".
We make sacrifices. We do the very things
that make us cry out in pain, and we do it all with
our heads held high, unshed tears stinging our
eyes, fighting every breath to be strong. We make
decisions that we would have never contemplated
before we heard the whispered "I love you," before
we felt all the pieces suddenly come together and
before there was life in our lives. Nothing matters
but that person we have deemed worthy of our
heart. Nothing matters but protecting that person,
keeping them happy and safe, giving them the best
life we can, regardless of wether that life is
entwined into ours. We are willing to lose a part of
ourselves, or even all of ourselves, to ensure the
happiness of the one person that makes
everything - the pain, the heartbreak, the tears -
worthwile.
And when someone asks, "Why did you do that?
Why did you carve out your heart and slice it into
pieces?" You have only one answer to give. "Love,"
you whisper, and it hurts too much to even form
the words. That's all you know. That's the only
thing keeping you sane, the only thing keeping you
from ramming your fist into a window or dragging
the shiny metal blade deep across your skin. You
did it for love. You did a good thing, perhaps the
best thing you have ever done or will ever do. You
may never stop hurting and you may always be
missing a part of yourself, but you did the one
thing that mattered you loved, and you did it well.
You did it the way it was supposed to be done,
without expectations, without reserve without fear.
Sometimes the best thing to do when you love
someone is to walk away. Sometimes it's the only
thing you can do to protect them. Sometimes,
even if it kills you inside, you blow them a kiss
goodbye from a distance, try to memorize every
aspect of their face, they turn around and walk
away. You try to remember the way they looked at
you, with so much love and trust. You remember
the way your skin burned as their fingertips ran
over you. You hold on to the love that ran through
your veins when you were lost in each other. You
try to remember the little things - the way they
laughed, the way her rings reflected the light, the
way he would stare at you as you moved around
the room, the way she would run her fingers
through your hair, the sound of his voice as he
called your name. And maybe your name was
never as beautiful as it was when he whispered it
against your ear.
You remember all of that as you walk away,
knowing the memories are all you have. You're
setting your love free, hoping against hope that
they will come back to you. You know better, but
you still hope. A small part of you hopes that they
realize you're the one for them, that no one in the
world will love them like you do, and you hope that
it matters enough to make them come back to
you. You know they won't but you still hope
because you want them to love you the way you
love them. Maybe they can't. Maybe you love them
more than they will ever love you. Maybe you have
more love to give than they do. Maybe all the love
they can ever offer you is never enough and you
know that if you stick around, you will just demand
more and they will resent you. Maybe life has
chosen to keep you apart, but you think they
deserve more. You think they need someone who
can hold them and wipe away their tears and share
their lunch.
You want to give them the world and
because it isn't in your hands, you want to let
them find it somewhere else. And for some reason
you think it's your decision to make. You don't
stop to think that maybe, just maybe, you're loved
in return with the same intensity you offered.
Sometimes you think you know so well what is
best for another person that you neglect to look
past yourself to that other person who will be
affected by the decision. Sometimes you may
realize the mistake you made by walking away
from the person who loved you but didn't know how
to show it. Sometimes they may hate you for
walking away, no matter what your reasons are.
They may hate you for taking their heart with you,
for taking away their control of their own life, for
thinking that you had any idea what they wanted.
Sometimes you may find each other again and you
may see that love still shines, and hopefully then
you will have realized that life is no life at all
without the one person you want to wake up to for
the rest of your life.
Love can hurt. It can hurt so much that it's all you
can do to get out of bed each morning. It can
make you want to give up on life, on ever being
happy again. It can make you cry for no real
reason. It can make you bitter and hateful. It can
make you shutdown and hide in the darkness of
your despair. After a while, you may hold on to the
pain because you don't know how to live without it
anymore. You hold on to it because that's all there
is left of love. You listen to music that reminds you
of happier times and you wallow in the memories
because you want your brittle heart to break over
and over. You want to remember that you loved.
You want to remember that you lost.
Then one day, when the sky is clear and the wind
whispers a gentle greeting, you feel yourself take a
breath that reaches the very soles of your feet and
sends an arrow of warmth straight to your heart.
You remember. You remember the pain, the tears,
the laughter, the kisses, the scent of their skin,
the way they came alive in your hands. You
remember, but you can smile now. Not a smile
that only reaches your eyes, but one that comes
from your heart. You're starting to heal and you're
starting to forget. Maybe you fight to hold on to the
memories that are slowly disintegrating. Maybe
you let the wind sweep away the dust, no longer
needing to remember. Maybe you long to forget.
Maybe you still hope, because you still think that
love is meant to be, but for now you learn to live a
little and smile and breathe.
Learning to breathe again is the most difficult part
of all.
"The thing is, I went to hell and back for
love and I still lost it. I never thought I'd heal
from it.
But I did. And then I met someone who had been
to the same hell and lost the love of his life. We
looked at each other like two people who had been
part of the same war. We shared our battle scars
and we understood how much pain each of us was
hiding beneath our eyes. We forgave each other
that night...and we learned to forgive ourselves."
sometimes. We rip our hearts out, tear ourselves
to shreds give up our dreams, defy the people that
care about us... and we do it all for the very simple
thing we call "love".
We make sacrifices. We do the very things
that make us cry out in pain, and we do it all with
our heads held high, unshed tears stinging our
eyes, fighting every breath to be strong. We make
decisions that we would have never contemplated
before we heard the whispered "I love you," before
we felt all the pieces suddenly come together and
before there was life in our lives. Nothing matters
but that person we have deemed worthy of our
heart. Nothing matters but protecting that person,
keeping them happy and safe, giving them the best
life we can, regardless of wether that life is
entwined into ours. We are willing to lose a part of
ourselves, or even all of ourselves, to ensure the
happiness of the one person that makes
everything - the pain, the heartbreak, the tears -
worthwile.
And when someone asks, "Why did you do that?
Why did you carve out your heart and slice it into
pieces?" You have only one answer to give. "Love,"
you whisper, and it hurts too much to even form
the words. That's all you know. That's the only
thing keeping you sane, the only thing keeping you
from ramming your fist into a window or dragging
the shiny metal blade deep across your skin. You
did it for love. You did a good thing, perhaps the
best thing you have ever done or will ever do. You
may never stop hurting and you may always be
missing a part of yourself, but you did the one
thing that mattered you loved, and you did it well.
You did it the way it was supposed to be done,
without expectations, without reserve without fear.
Sometimes the best thing to do when you love
someone is to walk away. Sometimes it's the only
thing you can do to protect them. Sometimes,
even if it kills you inside, you blow them a kiss
goodbye from a distance, try to memorize every
aspect of their face, they turn around and walk
away. You try to remember the way they looked at
you, with so much love and trust. You remember
the way your skin burned as their fingertips ran
over you. You hold on to the love that ran through
your veins when you were lost in each other. You
try to remember the little things - the way they
laughed, the way her rings reflected the light, the
way he would stare at you as you moved around
the room, the way she would run her fingers
through your hair, the sound of his voice as he
called your name. And maybe your name was
never as beautiful as it was when he whispered it
against your ear.
You remember all of that as you walk away,
knowing the memories are all you have. You're
setting your love free, hoping against hope that
they will come back to you. You know better, but
you still hope. A small part of you hopes that they
realize you're the one for them, that no one in the
world will love them like you do, and you hope that
it matters enough to make them come back to
you. You know they won't but you still hope
because you want them to love you the way you
love them. Maybe they can't. Maybe you love them
more than they will ever love you. Maybe you have
more love to give than they do. Maybe all the love
they can ever offer you is never enough and you
know that if you stick around, you will just demand
more and they will resent you. Maybe life has
chosen to keep you apart, but you think they
deserve more. You think they need someone who
can hold them and wipe away their tears and share
their lunch.
You want to give them the world and
because it isn't in your hands, you want to let
them find it somewhere else. And for some reason
you think it's your decision to make. You don't
stop to think that maybe, just maybe, you're loved
in return with the same intensity you offered.
Sometimes you think you know so well what is
best for another person that you neglect to look
past yourself to that other person who will be
affected by the decision. Sometimes you may
realize the mistake you made by walking away
from the person who loved you but didn't know how
to show it. Sometimes they may hate you for
walking away, no matter what your reasons are.
They may hate you for taking their heart with you,
for taking away their control of their own life, for
thinking that you had any idea what they wanted.
Sometimes you may find each other again and you
may see that love still shines, and hopefully then
you will have realized that life is no life at all
without the one person you want to wake up to for
the rest of your life.
Love can hurt. It can hurt so much that it's all you
can do to get out of bed each morning. It can
make you want to give up on life, on ever being
happy again. It can make you cry for no real
reason. It can make you bitter and hateful. It can
make you shutdown and hide in the darkness of
your despair. After a while, you may hold on to the
pain because you don't know how to live without it
anymore. You hold on to it because that's all there
is left of love. You listen to music that reminds you
of happier times and you wallow in the memories
because you want your brittle heart to break over
and over. You want to remember that you loved.
You want to remember that you lost.
Then one day, when the sky is clear and the wind
whispers a gentle greeting, you feel yourself take a
breath that reaches the very soles of your feet and
sends an arrow of warmth straight to your heart.
You remember. You remember the pain, the tears,
the laughter, the kisses, the scent of their skin,
the way they came alive in your hands. You
remember, but you can smile now. Not a smile
that only reaches your eyes, but one that comes
from your heart. You're starting to heal and you're
starting to forget. Maybe you fight to hold on to the
memories that are slowly disintegrating. Maybe
you let the wind sweep away the dust, no longer
needing to remember. Maybe you long to forget.
Maybe you still hope, because you still think that
love is meant to be, but for now you learn to live a
little and smile and breathe.
Learning to breathe again is the most difficult part
of all.
"The thing is, I went to hell and back for
love and I still lost it. I never thought I'd heal
from it.
But I did. And then I met someone who had been
to the same hell and lost the love of his life. We
looked at each other like two people who had been
part of the same war. We shared our battle scars
and we understood how much pain each of us was
hiding beneath our eyes. We forgave each other
that night...and we learned to forgive ourselves."