all of our young lives we search for a certain someone to love, someone who will make us complete, someone who will understand us. we choose partners. we change partners. we dance to a song of heartbreak. we also dance to the music of hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is really someone searching for us. and yet, when we find that someone who makes us whole, he or she was never bound to stay. even worse, their memories leave us with shattered pieces of our selves.
my heart is hurting. not because someone broke it recently. but i am once again haunted by the throbbing ache in my past: the lies, the pretentions, the dreams never achieved together, all plain wishful thinking. i left that unrevealed memory behind me. i had to be honest, it left me crushed. the twinge was a like a broken mirror. it's left there crumbled into peices. it was better to leave it broken that way rather than hurting myself trying to fix what it has sharp debris of damage.
having your heart broken is not always as loud as a bomb exploding. it can be as quiet as a feather falling. the most painful thing is, no one really hears it except me. and i hardly discuss this side of me. because i don't want to show my weak side. because i am NOT weak.
as long as our hearts beat, as long as we still blush and get goose bumps when we see or talk to someone we admire, as long as we have "that" unexplainable feeling, there is hope to love again. and hope is by far , one of the most wonderful thing God has given me. despite the fact that i had only one wing of love to fly, i was able to fly. better yet, move on. so if you have broken pieces of a broken heart, let the Lord take care of it. For He can only mend your broken hearts when you give him all the pieces. above all, believe in the miracle of love. it will come at the time you least expected it.
posted by pinay freestyle @ 1:53 PM
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