Relationships are bound
to happen, they evolve over time and a sure bet, in a great way changes us.
Human beings are social creatures; leave alone the hellos and howdy’, but we
have been molded with feelings and will. We meet people, become friends with
others, fiends with some and a few lucky lot get the chance to be ‘special’.
This specialty has been
misused to a great extent, willingly at that. It takes a lot of strength to
commit; trust is earned, respect goes down the same lane. But like many deals,
risks are involved, it is a trade. Love for respect, commitment for love and
respect for love; a two way traffic to be close, a cycle to be precise. One
cannot survive without the other. Primitive, huh?
Regardless of all risks
involved, we still find ourselves in the middle of these ‘far-knit-unions’.
Hurting day in day out, and always heart-broken. Don’t we learn? It’s fairly
true to say choices are there for us to make, regardless of every situation but
we still fall prey of “coeur brisé “
It means losing what we
have so often held onto, letting go of the comfort zones of our emotions and breaking
down that imaginary pillar that has always held our weight. It means accepting
to make a choice of defeat though courageously.
What a broken heart means is, L
“
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your
heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
You build up all these defenses, you build up
a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no
different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life....
You
give them a piece of you.
They didn't
ask for it. They did something dumb one
day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.
Love takes hostages.
It gets inside you.
It eats you out and leaves you crying in the
darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into
a glass splinter working its way into your heart.
It hurts.
Not just in the imagination.
Not just in the mind.
It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart
pain. I hate love.
~Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
”
Loughran.
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