It's ironic how people fall in love and then fall apart after some time. It's like all those once fluttering butterflies in the stomach turning into bee stings in one's heart. I'm not sure how this happens, or why, maybe because they they were too young when they first felt the giddy, ticking sensation? Or probably they realized that they were too different for each other. But one thing I'm sure of--It's a tragedy worth a heartbreak. Some find their way back into each other's arms some time after the split. I guess they're the lucky ones. But for others, they have to endure the excruciating pain a heartbreak could manage to give plus all the 2 AM outbursts and all the "What if's" haunting them with the memories they left behind. But I think it's something one should get over with, too. Maybe breakups were really meant to happen, the question was just "when?". But either way, one should treat it as a learning experience and from there, pick up all the shattered pieces and torn pages. And when you feel that you are whole again, you will be ready to fall inlove once more and be in the familiar whirlwind romance you have always dreamt of. For now, there is no assurance that it will be easy, nor it will be fast. But all those tears will be worth it in the end. You just have to give some wounds some time to heal. It's not love if it doesn't hurt, after all.
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Heart Strings
RandomThoughts converted into feelings from the deepest of heart strings.
