Dedicated to my sister There's nothing quite like the feeling of a heart that's been broken. Your emotional support has been severly shaken, or even removed completely and it's hard to see any end to the sadness that overwhelms you. What's worst, the person to whom you would have turned for a shoulder to cry on is the person who's caused you such pain in the first place, and they've made it quite clear they aren't interested in offering you a shoulder any longer. The Bastard. There are more insidious things too. Your self confidence is shaken, you wonder if anyone will ever love you and stay with you forever. You wonder if you're worth love like that. You despair of ever finding happiness in life again, and sometimes, when you do remember to laugh and forget the pain for a little while, you feel guilty for feeling happy. And then there's the matter of functioning in the real world; at the beginning at least. It's near impossible on the first day, or the first week. Everything reminds you, you can't concentrate, you're close to tears all the time. You wonder why you're even bothering, why anything matters anyway. So, to all the people out there who's hearts have been broken, I know, I understand. |