Heartbreak
To me, it seems as though heartbreak is a gift.
Well, it’s almost like a gift you really don’t want, but someone threw away the reciept. So you pretty much in a hole.
But in order to have heartbreak, you have to fall in love. And isn’t that what all the movies, all the books, tv shows, etc. are about? Falling in love.
Falling in love is like when someone throws you 50,000 feet in the air with a hand glider. It’s like your just floating there. It’s a scary feeling, because you don’t have control, but you know that you want to stay up there, even if it is for just a while longer.
But sometimes you’ll be gliding, and then something happens, and your glider starts to head to the ground. You’re losing altitude pretty darn fast. But then you get back into the rhythm of things, and you start to fly again. Phew, what a relief. Except, now, instead of just thinking about how great it is to be up there, you’re just hoping you don’t fall. It doesn’t lose its magic to be up there, but now that you know what it’s like not to have the magic anymore, you’re scared.
And then you have three options:
1. You can get yourself together, and tell yourself it’ll all be okay, and BELIEVE it. Everything will be alright.
2. You can realize you don’t need to be up there anymore, and steadily take yourself back to solid ground. Although you’ll miss being up there, you feel safe down on Earth.
or 3. You worry and panic, and instead of hoping everything is alright, you freak out, and tell yourself it’s all going to go wrong. But no matter what, you’re not going down. So you’re careless. And in the end, you tumple down at a fast pace, and you hit the ground with a bang.
1 is Unconditional love, 2 is moving on from love, and 3 is heartbreak.
It makes me shudder at the thought of losing the one you love. I cannot imagine, considering I’m not mature enough to fall into such a strong relationship, but I hope that when I start gliding, I’ll glide for the rest of my life.
