Shit was all good just a week ago...yeah, how many of us said it? How many of us said it and now look back wishing things was how they used to be? Broken hearts and bitter memories of what shoulda, coulda, mighta went down. Pissed at yourself for giving up on what may have been meant. And if you've ever been in love and you've lost it, that may have been the closest you've felt to dying.
I remember that Martin episode when Gina left his ole sorry ass and how it was revealed how heartbreak really can feel. Martin was cooped up in his apartment eating crackers for weeks, that pain was funny as hell because it was Martin. But it's real talk.
I think there is a greater lesson in heartbreak that makes us resilient and forces us to realize that sticks and stones don't break our bones, but a broken heart can damn near murder us. Don't front...the shit can hurt like hell, just like an Aretha Franklin track.
And time heals all, true. But you're not trying to hear that after she played you for your guy or he dumped you after sex...no words cure that shit, for real. And it's nothing like ending on bad terms with someone; bitter as hell when you see them at the gas station or the local club. We definitely need to learn to love and let go, maturely...free our hearts and learn from it. Because even once its broken, your heart is still capable of loving.
Love,
Vee
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