“To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed.”

Love, sounds very cheesy, isn’t it? But the damages caused by love don’t make any noise. It’s only the pieces of your heart which keep piercing your soul without even letting you make a single noise. When you fall for someone, it feels as if your whole world has turned upside down and summer nights never seem to end. They start filling a void in your heart and now you can’t imagine not having them by your side. And suddenly when one day this love gets over, or the person changes, you go through a series of tormentation and end up blaming yourself for the miseries which you probably never expected to endure in your lifetime.

The heartbreak is not the only thing that’s hurting you, it’s the flashback of all those good times which you’ve spent together. Wearing shrouds of grief, you make frantic efforts to forget all the wounds they inflicted upon your heart yet your weary eyes still search for them in the lanes where you once loitered around weaving dreams of togetherness. You know it all inside your head that they aren’t coming back but your heart is stubborn enough to accept the fact that they left, even after years of parting ways with each other.

Whether you are 19 or 59, the feelings are all similar. A heartbreak is a weight that has been dropped on your chest and it just gets heavier with each passing day. It changes your whole perspective about love and puts you in a place that feels like you’ll never be able to get out of.

You know how they say one should move on in life, but how can someone move on from something that was once a part of their lives? How can someone be expected to just let go of someone who once meant everything to them? How can you be your normal self when inside you feel so crushed? How can you unlove somebody? When love is all, you have.

I think it’s only after a while you learn the difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child, and you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn… That even sunshine burns if you get too much of it. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.