When a heart breaks, it aches. It literally aches. There’s a tightness in a chest and a lump in a throat and an ache that can’t otherwise be described.
When a heart breaks, everything is questioned. Every move, every conversation, every look, every encounter, everything.
When a heart breaks, a desire to immediately fill in the cracks with frivolous things only leads to frustration when there is a realization that only time can truly heal the break of the heart.
When a heart breaks, your mind is constantly racing wondering when it all changed. What happened. What went wrong. Why. Your mind is constantly racing wondering why.
When a heart breaks, a longing for the day when it will all be worth it takes over. When it will all make sense. When there is an understanding that a heart must be broken and mended over and over again for it to be strong enough to encompass the love it will feel when the heart will no longer be at risk of being broken. When it will all be worth it. When it will all make sense.