Heartbreak

“It hurts. It hurts so bad,” I sob. “No one told me it would hurt this bad. Make it stop.”

Ignoring the wet mess the front of her shirt was becoming, she puts her arms around me and gently squeezes. “Oh baby, of course it hurts. Your heart is breaking.”

And it was. I could feel the shards of my heart stabbing the tender walls of my bosom as it broke. I desperately look to her warm brown eyes. “How... how do you make it stop? Make it stop please. Make it stop.”

“It will stop. It will stop, but I can’t stop it for you. Only time can do that.”

I feel myself trembling against her firm arms. “When? How long will it take? When will I be able to forget him?”

She is silent for a moment.

“You’ll think of him today. You’ll think of him tomorrow. Days will go by with you trying not to think of him. After a while, you’ll get on with your life; you’ll drink your coffee like always and you’ll hang out with your friends. You’ll be able to smile and laugh, but he’ll always be there. It could be months until that day comes when you suddenly find yourself thinking of him out of the blue. And you’ll realize you hadn’t been thinking of him until then. Things will get better from then on, and thinking of him won’t hurt as much as it did before. That’s how you’ll realize you’re getting better. But you won’t forget him. You’ll go to the places you went together, and he’ll be there. When that comes as a comfort and you can think of him fondly, that’s when you know you’ll be fine.”

She smiles sadly. “A heart doesn’t break easily, baby. But it happens to all of us.”