A Cluttered Commentary on Heartbreak

"Have you ever been in love?  Horrible, isn't it?  It makes you vulnerable.  It opens your chest and opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.  You build up all these defenses.  You build up this whole armor, for years, so no one can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you.  They don't ask for it.  They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't yours anymore.  Love takes hostages.  It gets inside you.  It eats you out an leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' turns into a glass splinter working its' way into your heart.  It hurts.  Not just in the mind.  It's a soul hurt, a body hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.  I hate love." ~Neil Gaiman

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 Think positive, I tell him, though I don't really believe it myself.  The world could slow and stop and end all life.  End all love.  But it won't.  Won't slow and won't stop.  Tomorrow we'll all wake in the same beds we fell asleep in.  We'll wake tired and alone and sore from too much pain and loss and beauty.  Just too much.

But I love her, he says.
And I know. But what else can I say?
What else is there?


Remember beauty.


There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much beauty.  There is so much.

Because even when your heart is broken, there is so much.