The Battle of hearts

The struggle ends just like that. The resignation of hearts that fought for so long. The battles they had overcome was not a sign of success then but merely a step towards lack of spirit and replaced by disgust? How can a heart resign and loose hope? What factors are involved when they make their decision to drop out? How can love exist and then just seize to? What do we learn from heartbreak? Is it simply a part of life? We learn to accept that we have a set of chances..if we blow them we pay the price. It may add a wrinkle to our forehead, or depth to our gaze..it may be the reason our next lover tells us our eyes are deeper than the deepest medevial well. It may help us in the support of our children, our friends when they consolidate us in their time of crisis. We have been there. We have lived it, so we can help.

The feeling of a heart breaking though. The feeling of longing for what you once had. The feeling of desperation. Most of us knows what its feels like.

Are we all self-sufferers? Are we loners who make ourselves martyrs based upon our decision to quit love? Are we all just to selfish and egoistic? Or is it a matter of the grass being greener somewhere else? It seems love is uncontrollable. It comes to you and you can share it with your second half. Then suddenly, it decides to leave. Comparable to a cloud’s metamorphosis in the sky, is love. Dynamic, ever changing, impossible to hold on to.

Whatif I refuse to accept that heartbreak needs to be a part of life, a lesson I need to learn? What if I lost something and didn’t realize what I had until it was gone? Can I be excepted from the rule? Whatif I want to keep your heart close to me anyway. Whatif I am not ready to give up when he is? Who will help me overcome that pain? Many of us have felt it and been through it. But I refuse it. I will not give up the quest. No, because even if I wasn´t one before I am a believer now. I am not scared anymore. I will give it all for you.

No money, education or job in the world could offer me what you have to offer me. No words will describe it so I wont even try. So left out in the cold am I, that even consider crawling to the cross and ask for Gods help to find the passion you and I shared once again. Just like he helped me find my hairbrush as a child. But I know, that once that cloud has evaporized into vast skies..not God, not anyone can shape it into its original form. Then it is lost forever, just like the battle of two hearts fighting for love is lost, and history is written in the battlefield that are our souls.