Breaking up with someone you care about is one of the toughest decisions any of us will ever have to go through. Dealing with the pain and heartbreak is never easy. We just have to live the days as they are set out and not live in the past.
Sometimes, it could mean breaking up with a childhood sweetheart, who left you for another guy, or a ten year marriage ended by adultery. Whichever it is, hope is the indispensable key that keeps us living after one love is lost.
Even though the nights never remain the same, the walk in the park feels lonesome and without a friend in the world. Sometimes you wake up feeling the wind diffuse through the window, satisfying that empty space he/she once filled. But with time, the shattered heart begins to heal as greatness unveils the beauty of your essence and hope starts to whisper in a distance to recover your lost love.
The nights begin to bring tender passing, healing your soul with glorious blunder as nights of dreams soaked in tears begin to dissipate. Finally, sadness comes to an end as happiness conquers all hate.
Love sprouts as sadness shrinks and with time you realize that you are strong, you are a survivor; you don't need the words of another to affirm the glorious beauty on the inside of you.
For you are special, a blue rose amidst a dozen of thorns and whoever broke your heart just couldn't deal with the splendor of your attraction. At last you feel whole again, as you realize that the end of every road marks the beginning of another and the end of every thunderstorm marks the rising of the sun.
On your new journey, you begin to tread on soft waters with the knowledge that love and life has its imperfections and sometimes the heart just goes where it goes; we can't constrain it.
Soon you make your own mistakes, as you become someone else's lost love and then it dawns on you - THE BEAUTY OF LOVE LIES IN SEARCHING. But how would you search if you never experienced the beauty of a first kiss, first love and first heartbreak?
Then you dust the sand off your feet with the pride of a man, the valor of a woman and the innocence of a child as you let destiny spin the bottle.
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