There should be a special place and time for hearts to break. In the privacy of a cave, in the silence of the night, under the shelter of an ancient tree, its roots mingling with the strings of your heart.
You should be allotted your own personal ocean of sorrow into which you throw every single I love you that went unnoticed and each kiss that didn't quite make it past your lips.
And all those tender moments that came so close and still escaped your hopeful, parched heart.
Your hand safe inside the grip that would never let go, the tight embrace that would comfort you and never let you give up. The pair of eyes that looked at you like you were magic. There should be a secluded spot for you to give it all up and watch as it leaves the shores to mingle with the frothy waves.
But heartbreak is no safe cocoon. It will break you and bruise you and make sure the entire world is witness to its cruel lashings. So you pick yourself off the floor and put on a face to meet the face that now depends on you. You swallow your tears and clear your throat to speak to the ears that are now answerable to you. You pick up your feet and brave the overwhelming crowd of strangers when you step out into the world. You do what is expected of you even though you are being punished for your own expectations.
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