When an ex leaves your heart to bleed once again too many in your lifetime, you might wonder why love exists at all. Love hurts, it leaves your heart crushed, broken bleeding…
When you fall in love again, you will forget about the hurt, the misery and the hell it causes. Love is tremendously powerful. It causes one to downfall and another to fly. But we are not to control it.
If love would not be among us, life would cease to exist. What would life still be worth if we didn’t want any love, didn’t need any love. Nothing,it would be worthless, you’d wonder why be? You’d be too empty to crave for love. It’s tiring and you’d be fatigued.
That’s exactly what happened to me.
Before the woman of my life and I broke up, we both felt like ripe raspberries. When we DID break up, however, for one reason or another, I started shriveling up. That was five years ago. Meanwhile, I never lost my gift to give love. I give, I share, I kiss. Gently. Nevertheless, I am nothing more but a shriveled up raspberry.
I believe that you can dry out by lack of giving and/or receiving love. But like dried out soil, no matter how deep the cracks, let love water it again, and the land that you thought became a dead desert flourishes and blossoms all over the place like an eden. Trouble is, thoses oasis never are where you expect these and sometimes indeed you get fatigued by the endless journey in the dry sands. The good part I found was that despite the few times my heart was left bleeding for a broken love, other ways of loving, and loving other kind of people each time gave it some special dense and intense meaning that made it all worth. In the end, as far as I was concerned, the sum of the suffering was lower than the harveste benefits and moments of happiness. Strange, isn’t it ?
i am already dried and i don’t care to water it, i could probably blossom, but i don’t want that