Left behind

Every person who enters your life, will ether leave a little piece of themselves in you, or will take a little piece of you with them when they leave.

In every relationship, you will have different feelings for each person- some you will love more than others, someone maybe the only person you could ever love: And when that person leaves and walks right out of your life, the love doesn’t go. You can be hurt by them leaving, you could be hurt by what they did to break you down or to ruin the relationship- but that love doesn’t disappear, it can be hidden under layers of anger and hatred, but its still there- aching in your heart until the day it stops beating.

You will always have feelings left behind after a relationship, feelings that could hold you back, stop you from finding the person you really should end up with- feelings that confuse and control you in everything you do after they leave. But those emotions; all the love, all the happiness, the sadness, the anger- everything that gets left behind when someone walks out of your life; its not there to control your future relationships, or even destroy them in the making. They’re there to learn from, they’re there so that the same mistakes don’t get made time and time again. So that you can find the person who actually will make you happy, not someone your convincing yourself you still want to be with because you once felt love for them. Your love for someone should be so indescribable and so irreplaceable that no one can take their place, and if someone can, maybe its just not meant to be (at least not right now).

Just remember, if you learn from them, then every heartbreak is just one step closer to happily ever after.

Aftermath

Everything seems fine. Everything seems still and calm. Your happy.

But then a breeze starts, nothing big, just a gentle wind moving through the air. Circling your body, softly touching your face and your chest.

Soon the breeze picks up. Its become’s faster and stronger. Its starting to move trees and create waves in the ocean. As the wind gets stronger the waves get bigger. Bigger and bigger until there crashing on rocks, spraying salt water onto the land.

Wave after wave becomes more mammoth. Smashing cars, cracking the foundations set on decade old houses, and crumbling new establishments. Memories from peoples lives being washed away by the once docile sea, down streets that pave the way for everyone’s journeys.

The wind dies down and the sea regresses to its original pace- white horses slowly running once again as the waves rise and fall onto the coast line. Everything is gentle again, but if you look around everything that was made, every wall that was put up has been cracked—broken. It can try and be put back together again but there will always be signs that it was broken.

Once something is broken it can’t be fixed- it can be left, go on to better things or can be destroyed even more by the slight cracks that have made their way into its strong foundations. But there will always be pain, always be hurt where happiness once stood tall and strong- there will always be aftermath at the end of a storm.