An Ode to the Broken-hearted
A broken-heart is something that I am sure we have all
encountered in some form. Whether it was a rejection in grade school, or the
humiliation and emotional roller-coaster in high-school or the shattered
experience with that college boyfriend who you thought was your soul-mate. What
more when you become older? Well, you become a cynical and bitter person who
faines/shows disdain and disgust at the mere sight of a couple holding hands or
practicing the art of PDA. What then for you huh, when you are the
broken-hearted due to the reasons of your blindness and knowing submission to
fault? But then while you go around in your world, and moving on to the next –
what more I ask, does a little girl recovering from a brain injury and living
in a world far from what she could have ever imagined her life would be like –
what more for her and her broken heart?
I listened to a little girl describe the relationship she
used to have through slow un-slurred speech and with the clarity of a girl
unmistaken of the love she once knew and felt. But with the heartbreak, due to
what one can call stubbornness and an attempt of grasping what little she could
un-fumble in the damaged matter, she hurt a boy who took care of her and had
come to love her even more in the weeks leading up to her awaking after period
of stillness; comatose.
She understands the consequence of her actions which led to
this state of unhappiness - unintentional. She understands that it was her
wrong-doing that let his insecurities take him away from her and into the arms
of a willing young woman who could offer more to him while in this vulnerable
state.
She understands the pain and loneliness derived from her
actions and while I may not be able to do much besides offer the voice of
consolation that of a big sister who has been through her path can offer, I
cannot offer her much reprieve. She cries and when she is done, I know she is
fighting the one battle we have all made it through be it a long or short
process. And while she misses him and yearns for his touch and sweet laughter,
while at the same time cursing his name in the same breath; she cherishes the
moments they spent together and the times that their paths crossed.
Dreaming of a better tomorrow, I know that she will be ok
but is forever changed through this path. Not only her injury but her broken
heart.
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