A heart that’s been broken does strange things. I imagine it’s like a new coat of paint on a car that’s been in a major collision. Somehow the new shiny exterior develops some strange flaws that a the factory coat never would. A heart that’s been broken becomes a heart of two halves. One half terrified of ever having to endure heartache again. One half secretly craving it. While the terrified half might make it difficult to fall in love again, the other half makes it impossible to stay in it. This half is like a child sitting in a messy diaper. This half is like a drug addict stuck in an endless pattern. This half is like someone with obesity stuck on their couch, perpetually eating because he or she has no idea what to do if they stopped.
My heart has been truly broken 3 times in this lifetime. I’ve had other heartaches and longings, but it’s the true breaks caused by c, d, and s that have left my heart with strange flaws that bubble up and peel away at the exterior I try so hard to keep shiny and new.
It’s like I don’t truly believe what I have is love because my heart doesn’t ache. My heart just sits. I don’t feel the passion I once had. I don’t feel desperate for my love. I don’t feel infatuated or obsessed. I don’t feel the adrenaline or the pleasure of each little triumph of winning my lover’s affection.
So when it comes down to it, I miss the highs (and necessary lows) of the past. I still grieve the loss of a hundred futures I’ll never have. I still crave the feeling only brought on by desperate love stories and songs. I still cheer for the underdog that my past love has become. I long for the love that conquers above all odds. I dream of what could’ve been. It’s hopeless and it’s masochistic and yet it draws me in like a magnet. I miss the certain uncertainty of believing our love would triumph even when the world was against us. When I hear a desperate love song I turn it up and soak in that feeling of heartache. I sing out in grief and allow the feeling to take over my body like a flood. I succumb to the current and sink under the surface.
