Broken heart
“I got my heart broken the last time, I’ve learned my lesson and it won’t happen again.”. I have heard this or variations of that statement too many times but not enough to understand it. As I see it, the statement should be this: “I got my heart battered and bruised, it hurt like hell but I learned my heart is unbreakable. I am free to love the shit out of the next soul I deem worthy.” I see the survival of a broken heart as a gift, a freedom. This person can enter any relationship, love without fear because they know they will survive its possible (likely) death. Otherwise, entering a newborn relationship with the plan to be guarded and only partially giving of one’s self leads to definite failure but without the joy of loving and being loved in between. Then I hear “See! I knew I shouldn’t have given my heart! I knew it!”. I just listen. I think “You never did give it and if you continue, you will forget how. Look at the love letters of a teenager, that is a giving of the heart. You are one relationship at a time losing the ability to give that and consequently to receive.”. It’s my thought, my opinion and unless I am asked, I don’t offer it. I suggest taking the gift of an injured heart as proof of resilience. Approach the next eligible lover with the following: “I will love you without fear until you no longer are deserving of my love. I expect you to give me the same.”. What does anyone have to lose?
From Tumblr, by Shannon
Commenti
Posta un commento