To feel the very same heart beat a different tune against your breast — from when you first fell in love to when you finally realized this will be your last moment together — is a surreal experience, especially the first time. A sharp, physical pain that contorts the mind into a pile of muddy mush where nothing makes sense but all emotions are buzzing within, trying to explain. Betrayal, disappointment, sadness, anger, hopelessness, confusion. Heartbroken. A fragment of your heart was dissected, ripped out, to where blood spilled out like a waterfall aching to burst, overfilling the veins and arteries with too much oxygen where it becomes unbearable to breath or think or eat or sleep or function. To the point you don’t think you could manage and if this is how it feels, you’d rather never love again.
Yet through many lonely nights, you’ll somehow — by a stroke of luck or a miracle from God or the way life was designed — get over it. Whether through your own means or through time alone. You slowly realize that you were wrong and that heartbreak was worth experiencing, even if it meant going through that hellish phase, and if you were to find a love as fierce as that one, you’d do it again. In a broken heart beat.
This post is not about what happens when you fall in love but the heartbreak and the process of overcoming it. What it is, how it feels — as if you are alone and life is simply unfair — and what it may mean to your future if the plethora of pain is utilized properly.
How ironic it is to fear your enemies when those you love have hurt you more.