when you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. when a window shatters, a table legs breaks, or when a pictures falls off the wall it makes a noise. but as your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. you would think as it's so important it would make the loudest sound in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. but it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
if there is a noise, it's internal. it screams and no one can hear it but you. it screams so loud your ears ring and heads aches. it thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub been taken. that's what it looks like and that's what it sound like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like prisoner to its own emotions. but that the thing about LOVE- no one is untouchable. it's as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it's silent. you're just screaming on the inside and no one can hear.
it so painful right. but you have to bear with it. but as myself, I always run away from it b4 I get involve. coward??? maybe... but lately there is something happen to me that make me put away my precept away... It take me some time to get use to it.