Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

After the break-up, discord and chaos settled in as my nightly dinner guests. Familiar scents and sounds were only forgotten memories. And memories were all that quelled the diary of my mind. The argument that escalated to the break-up is really irrelevant and unimportant. The outcome and results are the only thing left standing.

We had a history together, and it doesn’t matter what was done or said. At one point, I loved her more than the essence of my soul. You see, to me love never dies; it is a force of love that changes. Love can change from the love of a friend to the love of a soulmate. But it is still love. It is the force behind it that determines its motives. Regardless of how many smiles I entertain from others or how many long inviting stares I endure, I will always have some form of love for her.

The first thing to change were my habits. Habits act as the blueprint of interaction, and couples measure compatibility according to their habitual patterns, patterns that they are in concert with or tolerate.

Take, for instance, the little things. Like that special morning "hello" we enjoyed, or the battle over which shows to watch, and which music station we would listen to. Those little complaints were projections of how much she complimented my existence, by offering me variety and vibrato. And now, for the past year I have slept on the couch, betrayed by my habits of the way we slept in bed together.

Now, please understand this. I am not whooped, as you would think at first glance. This heartbreak has given me a new appreciation in life. And it is that appreciation that I cling to.

You see, one can love and still accept the fact that the relationship does not exist and not hope for it to exist. I just appreciate the fact that at some point in my life, times were the best they could be.

You can never stop the sun from shining.