How Can You Mend A Broken Heart?

'The happy days of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow' A quote I had read quite often but never really understood the true meaning of those words till that day. My body personified a paradox after she had cut the call. I could feel my mouth going dry, my palms getting sweaty, my mind racing like a bullet train and my heart sinking slowly like the Titanic. "Like I told you earlier, I cannot do this and I don't think we should talk anymore", her last words to me. I couldn't sleep that night. My brain, like a broken record, kept playing those words, involuntarily. The darkness did not help either and the loneliness made it even worse. In simple words, I was a wreck.

He stopped writing at this point. He had gathered a lot of courage to reminisce those days and put them into words but in order to make the deadline for his article, he had to continue battling against himself. And that is exactly what he did.

The sun rose the next day, I didn't. The night had passed for everyone else around me but I was still stuck in that phone call. I understood the difference between 'getting up' and 'waking up' that morning. I got ready out of habit, ate out of necessity, attended lectures out of compulsion and conversed out of social obligation. I reached home after what seemed to be the longest day of my life and I opened my laptop with the intention of distracting myself. Talk about failing miserably... She was everywhere. Lock screen, wallpaper, Facebook and most worryingly, recurring in my thoughts. I tried putting some peppy music but on that day nothing seemed to go my way. The shuffle on my iTunes very cruelly played 'The Scientist' by Coldplay and I don't know what got over me but the water that had welled up on the periphery of my tear ducts gave way and I just started crying. Inconsolable and devasted, I discovered oblivion. My mind wandered off to all the good times we spent together... the chuckles, the laughs, our secret conversations amidst a group, the dates, the consoling hugs. Whoever coined the quote "You never know what you have until you lose it" must have realized it in a similar situation. With one phone call, she had told me to, rather forced me to stop loving her. I would have even managed that had she been just a regular girl... but she wasn't. Oh boy! She wasn't. Running my fingers through her wavy hair felt like touching a waterfall, her smile made me overlook anything and everything unpleasant in my head (How I could have used that at that point!), kissing her pinkish, warm cheeks was a one-way ticket to paradise... I could go on and on and on and then some more. I know for a fact that regular girls do not make a person feel this way. She was something special and now I had to come to terms with reality and accept that it was indeed over.

Sighing, he lit a cigarette and stared at his laptop screen almost like he had done that day. He exhaled the smoke and looked at the clock through his round spectacles more out of habit than will to know the time. He stubbed his cigarette, rubbed his eyes and started writing again.

'Life is a matter of perspective' A quote I had read quite often but never really understood the true meaning of those words till that day. I, myself, was surprised how disinterested I was in all my surroundings. Every little thing warped me back to some memory she and I shared. It took me a while to realize that I was being a coward and I had to put and end to this cowardice by making a conscious effort to put the past behind me, enjoy the present and look forward to the future. (Cliché alert) Gradually, I began realizing that a heartbreak is exactly like an injury, it hurts but it heals. Rather than brooding over what has been lost, I paid attention to what I have and that is when the tides of appreciation started washing away the distressed sands in my head. I could feel the changes. I became the sun of my universe, realizing self-worth and self-respect in it's true sense. With a lot of effort, my love for her traversed to family and friends and I realized how lucky I was for having them with me. Of course, I still missed her a lot but not letting it affect me and the people around me was an important lesson. Like I said, she was not your regular girl and she kept occupying my thoughts now and then and instead of blaming her for doing what she did, a mixture of retrospection and introspection helped me come to terms with her decision.

At this point, he recalled his father's words... "If you truly do love her and she truly loves you, it will all work out fine and if it doesn't it isn't true love." He smirked at the thought of those words because the 'cheesy genes' had been passed on perfectly to him and it was time to finally finish this article which he had been delaying for so long out of fear.

It wasn't out of sight, out of mind for me. There is a point just before you fall asleep where you're sub-consciously thinking of something, she still was that 'something' for me. All said and done, I sincerely started hoping that every person endured a heartbreak at some point in their lives. Might sound sadistic but I learnt things which nothing else could have taught me and made me the person I am today. Every injury heals, it takes a lot of time and patience but it eventually does get better all one has to do is keep the faith.

Satisfied with his write-up, he closed his laptop and walked to his bedroom a satisfied man. He kissed his already asleep wife goodnight.. as a thank you for the inspiration behind his article! 

His father was right. Looks like it was true love after all.