Broken Hearts

Hearts are strange things, sometimes they fall so easily into the claws of the wrong people. Those claws can destroy everything, can rip those feelings away like vultures with corpses. Any of you who have experienced the pain of a broken heart know how painful it actually is, science tells us that emotional pain can manifest as physical pain and heartbreak is one of those circumstances. The pain is difficult to believe if you've never felt it: sometimes it hurts so much you have to check that your heart is actually beating.

I've recently been confronted several times with memories, and painful ones too, but I'll not go into them here. Those of you who read this at my personal request probably already know which ones I'm talking about. Regardless of the pain of these memories, they remind me of everything I have become since those times.

I see those feelings of heartbreak in my friends, they may not tell me, but I can often see it in their eyes, or hear it in their voices, and the most tale tell sign: those looks that are thrown at happy couples still strolling through the daisy gardens of ignorant bliss.

I've had several friends who's hearts have fallen fast to the wrong people; people who haven't deserved them, people who haven't realised, or people who've messed them around. I've watched them hurt and tried to be there for them, I've listened, given advice, and hopefully been compassionate or helped a little at least.

I'll freely admit I'm a flirt, but hopefully I make my intention clear enough to prevent those people getting hurt. I also know that in my time I have broken other people's hearts, but I believe in fate to a certain extent; there's someone for everyone, and you can't help who you fall in love with, because when you really fall, you fall fast.

At the end of the day the bad times make us realise what counts in our lives, and find out what we want to change about ourselves. Broken hearts are painful but perhaps they're exactly what we need to re-evaluate how we made the mistakes that brought us to those bad times. Sure, we blame the one who stole our heart and tore it to shreds, but we can guard against people like that from doing it again in the future.