Have You Ever Been Broken Hearted?

I was.

And it took me years to collect the broken pieces and return the heart to its place. To let him beat again. To let him beat faster for someone.

But once broken, the heart fought against me. It was afraid to beat for someone and gets broken again. And so it prevented me to love again, in full force.

No matter how much I tried the heart keeps asking questions: ‘What if he hurts you again? Do you want to go through all of that again? Do you really want to moan, to cry, to mourn?’

Oh, why on earth would I want to live my life in fear, in emotional numbness? A broken heart is still a heart. It requires, even more, love than a happy heart. Only a new, better love can heal a broken heart.

The experience that I gained only taught me how important my feelings are and I realized that I don’t want to become a lonely cold person who doesn’t want to tie up only in order not to be hurt. No, that’s not me.

I decided not to listen to it. I decided to be strong. I was broken once and lifted back to my feet and now I’m strong enough to overcome it again if needed.

I cannot live without love. I cannot live without touch. I want someone to be the most important to. And I will keep trying until I’ll find love again. Because what I’m giving is so beautiful and precious and I know it will make someone very happy. No matter how much time needed.

Sometimes when life pushes you down it takes a long time to get back on your feet. But once you get up it is much harder to fall again because you have learned to take better care of yourself. You have learned you are strong!