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There were shattered pieces of pure gold that the windows of his heart had seen under the history of broken wings and with his intentions to win the princess of her dreams back and bring the beatitude melody that they s...
8th of September, 2017 Summer at Wales, United Kingdom
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Staring at the broad blanket above my weight was as pleasing as listening to Lorde's music. The chilly breeze of the fresh air was lightening up my mood. Then, I suddenly realized I had been gaping at the sight of two crossed-lovers sharing a compassionate kiss instead of pacing around the ravishing landscape and to respire the brisk air provided by Wales. The bedazzling heat coming up into my cheeks made me wake up from a daydream. My hair tousled and fingers crossed, I faced the view of the sunset behind the mountains and inhaled the chilly air my lungs is desperately needing to have.
An unusual beam has been curved below my cheeks as a sign of relief and relaxation. I've been spending three months taking a whole break in Wales which at least made me feel like I was a bird from a cage having closed spaces. And at this very moment, I made peace with my whole self. The pain was no longer beside me, haunting me every time I see a couple.
Precisely, when my heart is broken, it made me feel like it's the end of the world and there was no one to save me. No amount of pain has ever felt so agonizing and concentrated. It feels like there was a hammer smashing the brick wall and this black and tremendous hole was pummeled into your chest with no hope of repair. There is nothing useful that had ever come to rescue you from danger.
You mourn during the clock strikes at three o'clock in the morning as you recall the best moments of your life with her. You scream during the shattering part flashes back and you blame yourself for losing someone dearly. You binge-watch Netflix shows until you've seen every documentary your subscription has to offer and yet nothing seems to soothe the longing you feel and to take away the pain.
And from my situation, I'd prefer getting smacked in the face with a metal pole than get my heart shattered into pieces and that's why I always avoid heartbreaks and losing trust.
Our bodies literally repel being dumped because there is no greater pain than getting your heart broken by someone else who seems too much relevant. The struggle is just so real and yet we can't avoid taking a risk to fall without someone else to catch you.
