Worse Than Physical Pain.
I would much rather take a bullet in both knees than go through such a soul eviscerating heartbreak again. Unless of course it IS worth it, of course. But lets be real, that's like finding Waldo, or having found proof of some legendary monster. Let's just face it, love lives in a book now like some song says...I think. Heartbreak...love gave me the best emotional gratification I have ever experienced, but took my heart as collateral. Without my consent love set fire to what I had worked so hard to grow. What we both had worked at. And I tried to keep it alive, I tried everything. I think this is what doctors must feel when they have failed to save someone's life. Live you son of a *****...don't die.....survive. And after all the feeling has gone from the persons eyes, it's absolute, it's all consuming, it's death. And you can't bear to look at them again. The glazed look in their eyes....I remember every single moment...every word....every agonizing tear that fell as we both tried to mend what was left. The details I will keep. She has a shard of my heart in hers, because I know I have a shard of her heart deep in mine........I will find love again, there is no other remedy for heartbreak. Or so Id like to believe.