BROKEN

 A broken relationship they said is better than a broken marriage but they failed to tell you what is worst than a broken heart. A heart that has over time learned to love, care, beat and yearn for a particular person, suddenly, is being forced to ignore, to pretend like nothing ever happened, to act unbothered around one it once longed for.

Heartbreak is embarrassing, in a way people rarely admit. Because while the world continues moving, a part of you stay frozen in moments that no longer exist. You smile in public while privately grieving. You cry your eyes out. Fall sick. Lose your spark. Stalk them online and reread old messages a million times over.

It hits deep when you realize you no longer have anyone to share personal thoughts with— how stressful the day at work was, the funny thing that randomly happened, snaps of you, the government's silence on pressing issues, or when you receive a bad news mid work and your eyes flooded with tears, heart heavy and tongue itchy to talk to someone; someone that truly understands, but, they're long gone, sadly.

You'll sigh at the sight of couple basking in their love, RomCom feels exaggerated and cringe, an admirer’s words sounds irritating and rehearsed like an overly used pick-up line. Every act of kindness although genuine seems suspicious, you become irritable. A soft sober reflection reveals a broken piece within which gives the illusion of being unlovable.

Then comes you, slowly being reshaped by what you do not understand. You question yourself repeatedly as though overthinking would change the outcome. You begin to doubt what once felt real, replay conversations, search for hidden meanings in old casual talks, dissect arguments long buried, and somehow still find a way to blame yourself.

Some days, you convince yourself you have healed and finally moved on. Then suddenly, you relapse at the smallest resemblance of what once was. A song. A familiar voice. A random memory. Something insignificant drags you right back to square one, the very beginning.

Like true love, real healing comes months later, quietly and without announcement. It arrives the day the thought of them no longer leaves a bitter ache in your chest. The day you can look them in the eyes, smile politely, say “hi,” and genuinely mean it without your heart trembling beneath the surface.

Healing does not completely erase what was, it acknowledges the past, accepts the present and prepares for the future. It gives room to miss what once was while anticipating something better.

It will come in fragments, sometimes with a sigh and other times with mixed emotions. Whichever comes, embrace it fully for it's a journey reserved only for the brave.

Yakubu Manage!

Stay Loved,
Naz.

Comments

  1. I am currently in a relationship, but even now, it feels like I am grieving someone who's still in my life. My heart beats not with the love it once held, but with pain and the fear of letting go of someone my heart still longs for. The pain is endless.

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