But don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart
I just don’t think it’d understand... goes the Billy Ray Cyrus classic!
Touchy!! We all have done it at some stage in time. Breaking hearts for me has been equally heart wrenching as much as getting your own heartbroken. Call it being sensitive or empathetic; I could almost always feel the pain of a broken heart. We don’t break hearts willfully, except it’s a pre meditated for undisclosed agenda.
So as always the one you love needn’t be the same as the one that loves you (many a people do get lucky and don’t have to take the complicated path). And for centuries man & woman have been playing this game of love, the one of rejection and acceptance. Whether we like it or not each one of us comes close to doing their bit. We don’t always get what we wanted but always what we need. So who gets to decide what our soul ‘needs’? Is it fate, destiny, God or just another mortal who gets to make a choice?
Our life is all about choices, where pain staking decisions are made, many a hearts trampled for better or for worse. There are two things to understand that if you are one who has to be sensitive to the other person after all there is no anesthesia for a broken heart. And if you have to do the inevitable just pray and wish well that they couldn’t be a part of your life. Maybe be grateful to them that they found you worthy of their love.
Now the hardest part, when you find yourself at the receiving end. It may seem as the most difficult thing to do, but you have to forget those who forgot about you. Loving is all about letting go and forgiveness. And know that these trying times will only make you stronger as you grow. Believe there is light at the end of the tunnel, there is rainbow after the rains, and every cloud has a silver lining. And eventually you will find the good in goodbye J
“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes ‘round in another form’ ~ Rumi
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