On Broken Hearts

When I was little, I learned to draw a heart. My hearts' shapes' were always pretty funny-looking, and I'd spend hours of frustration trying to get them perfect.

You start your pencil at the top of the paper, you make a few curves and a point, until they meet back together at the start.  

It doesn't take long for you to learn that a small squiggly line down the center is how to draw a "broken" one.

In Saturday morning cartoons, you see Deedee's heart pop right out of the screen at you and shatter into a million pieces.  She simply picks-up the pieces, glues it back together, and sticks it back into her chest. Good as new. 

If only it were that easy.

I know someone, whom very recently put herself out there for the first time, and took a chance with her best friend, to be more.  They saw each other for a short while, things weren't working, and it ended.  Happens all the time, right?

Sadly, yes.  But with what consequences?  In high school today, relationships aren't usually had because they want to be together forever, they generally last a matter of months.  both then wait a handful of weeks before moving on to the next eligable bachelors. 

For many this is routine.

But what about for those who really want to have something special, who are serious about finding the chemistry and making it work.  The ones that don't say "I love you" without a pause of consideration first. What happens to them?  

I remember crying, for so long after my heart broke the first time.  As many have or will find-out, it's not "broken" because it bursts into a million pieces at your feet.  It's not just anther adjective.  Somebody knew what they were doing when they created the term.

That's exactly how it feels, physically and mentally you feel like you'll never be whole again.  You cry not only out of sadness but out of pain, and your arms wrap around your stomach to hold yourself together, not to keep your heart from falling out of your chest onto the floor.

The only real cure for this kind of pain? 

                         Time.

My mom always told me you will never forget the first person you ever loved, that somehow, they will always be there.  I believe this is true, however I don't see it needing t be a bad thing.  Going through such pain makes you stronger, possibly more careful, and more experienced for the next time that something good comes around the corner.  And it will come.  There's always someone out there, willing to take the time to help you put the pieces back together... sometimes, much faster than you'd think.  You've just got to give it time.

Love You S.L.