We’ve all been there. That shattering, gut wrenching feeling of a broken heart. Crushed, used, abused, and left alone to put the pieces back together. Tear stained eyes, soaked pillows, countless nights of cries. Rejection, failure, loss, torn apart, a broken heart, hurt.
It’s true, what they say, that in dealing with loss, one of the stages is denial. All the signs are there, but you cannot accept it. Cannot voice it, face it, register it. These things happen to other people, surely it will not happen to me! I am too great of a person, I have so much to offer, so much potential, I have been doing all the right things, sure I may have slipped up here and there, lost my temper, said some things I didn’t mean. But we got over it, right? We worked it out, hugged it out, loved it out. What happened. Why are you ignoring me? Why did you leave me? Why did you HURT me?
And so it goes: woe is you, and nobody knows how to console your aching heart. No one has the answers, and you’re left mourning for the loss of something you could not hold on to; try as you might. And you wonder, what went wrong? You’re angry that you allowed yourself to get so attached, to get swept into a situation out of boredom, loneliness, curiosity, or just mere bliss. Whatever the reason, you did not expect your heart to latch on this strong. Resulting in feelings festering inside, emotions running wild, a zest for this person so fierce, it’s hard to explain, even harder to contain. A situation you meddled with for fun, turned into your worst nightmare-and it’s only just begun.
And the nights, they linger, and you long for rain to match your blues. But it’s sunny and warm, and life waits for no one. So you’re forced to continue marching on, accepting the bitter reality, and realizing that you; even you, are not impartial to heartache, heartbreak, rejection, loneliness, hurt.
Sometimes we do the hurting too. It’s a phenomena unexplained. A vicious cycle uncontained. How do you protect yourself from this horrible pain? By guarding your heart; as the ancient writer of Proverbs says. Good advice, I would say. But like Eve, the forbidden fruit is always tempting, no matter the pain that lies ahead.