There i was lying on my bed feeling weak, tired and frustrated and wondering why i was crying for no reason. I mean i was seriously crying my heart out and i didn't even know why. I stopped for a moment to think..what is wrong with me, why do i feel so sad and why am i crying but then it dawned on me what the matter was/is. Am actually feeling the symptoms of a broken heart. But how..why..why would i be feeling this way when i was the one who decided to call it off. But then i stopped to think again and asked myself is it worth staying in it if it doesn't make you feel happy? The answer to that would be no.
I have come to realise in these couple of days that when the heart grieves,she does it with soul. She doesn't rush herself, she doesn't stay on the surface, she doesn't do what's suppose to be done.
When the heart is breached by loss, betrayed, confused or traumatised she feels the blow. She shakes and trembles and she forgets how to breath or go on. But she knows what she has to do to survive. She knows what she has to do to heal. She has to feel all of it......everything. The pain, the loss, the fury, the devastation, the sudden confusion, the emptiness, the ache that never seems to go away. she has to feel every bit of it, so she can learn to live again.