When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say you are heartbroken and you examine the words break and heart and heart broken and you immediately decide that it’s inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it’s your heart breaking one’s heart doesn’t really break, something else does — faith. You stop believing.
No not in the big things which are most of the time irrelevant. You still believe in God or Buddha or some supreme being… You just stop believing in small things that you do, the small things that give meaning to your daily life, and you begin to think everything is pointless: Why get up? Why dress up? Why breathe in and out? What for? What for?
When someone breaks your heart (your faith), you stop believing and you switch off the lights inside your heart. Someone is home but that someone is lying in the dark, in the room farthest from the gate, and that someone can’t hear anything. Friends, parents, they all call out to her from the gate (“come out” which means “move on.”) but they are unheard, unseen, unacknowledged.
When someone breaks your heart, you turn into a small ball of self pity. You lie in bed, in a ball. You hug your knees, keeping them closed to your chest like a fetus. Freud said that it’s human instinct to go back to the womb where we can feel safe.
But that’s what happens when someone breaks you heart — they steal the very thing that makes you feel safe, whole, intact.
— M.D. Balangue (Mr. Write), source
Thoughts? I’m not nursing a broken heart, but I felt the need to post this 
. I think that in some parts it is true, and we experience bitterness, doubt, and cynicism for a period of time but the beauty of life is that every time we fall down we get the chance to find out what stuff we’re made of, and emerge stronger and a little wiser.
i love this.. I am sending this over to my friend… she recently had her heart broken and i wrote her this: http://chrysantha.wordpress.com/2009/11/09/to-my-dear-friend-healing-your-broken-heart/
thank you for sharing!
I think your write,I think it also shows just how adaptable we all are
Sorry I meant ‘right’ not ‘write’ silly me lol
After I loved for real, I was never the same again.
So I guess broken hearts still remain.
Dear Elle, thanks for sharing this.
I adore your attitude and totally agree with you that is part of the beauty of life…learning to be stronger and a little wiser. *hugz*
Have a lovely merry happy day and love to you!
After a handful of decades under my belt, the pain of heartbreak still happens…but far less dramatic than in my younger days. Whew!
But when it happens…and after I eat a tub of Rocky Road (ok, any excuse to eat ice cream!)… I repeat a most powerful saying: Rejection is God’s Protection.
The act of loving is merely our way of exercising our heart. If out of shape, exercise is painful…but we survive!
“The act of loving is merely our way of exercising our heart. If out of shape, exercise is painful…but we survive!”
I love what you wrote!
When I went through my first heartbreak, I was disillusioned. It was like waking up from a nice dream. I stopped believing that a perfect love is possible, at least for me.
I was never the same again. But I think what’s important with every heartache is we learn something from it, and we emerge as stronger persons.
Dwell and cry about it; take your time, but not forever. Moving on, that’s what matters.
awesome thought and post.