An angry man:
As the tension built inside him, you could see his lips quiver with rage, choking back the salty tears that he could feel rise in his eyes. his manner became taller, broader, and clenched to the very bone. He paced back and forth around the room, mumbling to himself as he did. Then suddenly he stopped, he stared straight into her heart and burst forward into a string of a words that leaped down her throat and got a hold of her heart, squeezing it and loving it at the same time. His pain was shown through his blood shot eyes, his now weakened figure, and his tear stained lips. He was broken by the love that betrayed him yet continued to love, despite her actions.
An angry woman:
She had told him so many times before, she had repeated herself until her mouth was dry, and she went on and on and on, and he still wouldn’t listen to her words, all he listened to was the tone she always had leaving her mouth- anger. He was sick of her going through messages, asking him questions he didn’t think she needed to know the answer to, and repeating herself over and over. She yelled so much the roof could have been torn off by the sheer volume of her voice, she waved her hands about in his face to get his attention when he would daze off listening to the same thing he had heard multiple times before. He didn’t want to change, but she stayed every time he fell into bad habits.
Now why is an angry woman ‘bitter’? and an angry man ‘passionate’? They’re both in the same situation, they’re both in love with someone who isn’t faithful, loyal, or who isn’t going to change their ways, even if it means loosing the person they say they love. They both stay because their love for this one person means more to them than having to be without them no matter how much it hurts to stay. So why is it when a woman does the same as a man, in the same situation, with the same outcome- she is painted as the bad one, the bitter one, the one who is in the wrong, whereas he lays in the hearts of people around the world as the one who got hurt, and stayed in the name of love, countless times.
Have you ever loved someone so much that the pure thought of loosing them makes it feel like someone has reached into your chest, pulled your heart from everything its attached too, and dropped it to the bottom of your stomach? To love someone so much that even when your right next to them holding them as close to you as you can, that you still miss them, like you still need to be closer but it isn’t possible to be. To want to go to bed every single night with them by your side, holding you and loving you with every fibre of their being; keeping you safe from the outside world and from everything you fear. To be able to role over in the middle of the night and know that they’re there right by your side, and to wake up in the morning, every morning, to their smile. The kind of smile that no matter how much you see it, it will still lighten your day every time; a smile of pure love and joy, with eyes that glisten to match, and that will look straight into your heart and soul as to say, ‘you’re the one, the only one’. Someone who is your biggest fan, even when you doubt yourself, who will never think of you any less than the best thing on earth, who stands by your side every step of the way- no matter how hard things may get at times. Someone who’s your best friend, who you want to spend your life with, and grow old with, and who every day you love even more than the last- though you never felt it possible.
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.
These days’ people say that love only causes pain. That you have to be a cold hearted, single, detached person to be truly happy. But this isn’t true.
Being in love doesn’t cause pain. Being in love is the single best feeling in the world, a feeling that no other can compare to and that is completely indescribable.
People who fall in love with someone, sometimes, unfortunately get hurt. But this isn’t because you’ve experienced love, its because you, or the person you love isn’t ready to feel the same way or isn’t ready to give you all you need and deserve. They may leave, they may cheat, make you lose trust- make you lose yourself. You may have to hear those soul crushing words ‘I don’t love you anymore’, ‘I never loved you to begin with’, or ‘I’m leaving’. But none of this pain is caused by opening your heart to love, its because it wasn’t the right time, or the right person, or because they’ve already given up on love. But when you find that person- that one person who you love and who loves you more than life itself- the person who makes you smile ear to ear, and laugh like it’s the first time again. The person who’s heart completely fits with yours, whose pure presence makes your heart skip a beat and your stomach get butterflies. The person you can’t bare to lose, let alone live a second without- don’t let them go, don’t hurt them and don’t give up on them. No matter what happened in the past- whose hurt you in the name of love- don’t give up on love because someone else has, and hurt you because of it.
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.