The trouble with forgetting, is deciphering what to forget and what to remember

It’s been so long since someone has metaphorically climbed into your heart and actually took the time to examined each and every inch of its bloody, messy, cluttered pieces.
It’s been so long that you might have even forgot you have a heart that can actually love. It’s like somewhere along the emotional roller coaster ride , you lost it.

You can feel it beating inside of you of course, but you can’t hear it whisper sweet nothings to you anymore about anyone.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/0ca/47044066/files/2015/01/img_3526.png
This will be one of the loneliest & scariest things you experience in your life. Go back; trace your misguided steps. Close your eyes and remember the last time your heart spoke to you. You’ll most likely find it was when you found yourself at your most vulnerable time feeling like a mouse cornered by a cat.

But you finally realized that this cat only wants you as a mere prize.
He played with your emotions,
destroyed your self-esteem and then left you on the doorstep for someone else. After this realization, you stood up, inhaled deeply, and on your exhale, your heart whispered, “I’m tired of being this mouse”. And just like that, pushing people out of your corner became a daily routine.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/0ca/47044066/files/2015/01/img_3528.jpgForgetting how to let others in is only a result of you not wanting to be hurt anymore. You literally let this cat make you believe that solitude is the only possible way you’ll survive.

I don’t necessarily understand why we call it a broken heart; if it’s broken, that leaves more cracks and holes for people to climb through. We should consider calling it a “closed heart”. You decided to close it without thinking.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/0ca/47044066/files/2015/01/img_3527.jpgNow look at you, a woman who’s just flowing through life not feeling anything. Don’t be the woman or man who forgets how to feel. Ironically, being numb is the worst feeling there is. Don’t just cover up your wounds and pretend they’re gone; stitch those damn things back together and start to rebuild and heal.

*Forget the person, but don’t forget the bravery you had for standing up. *Forget the coward man / woman, but don’t forget what it’s like to love someone.
*Forget the façade you put on, but don’t forget what’s underneath.

The trouble with forgetting, is deciphering what to forget and what to remember. Always remember the lessons.

/home/wpcom/public_html/wp-content/blogs.dir/0ca/47044066/files/2015/01/img_3530.jpg

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s