What happens when a heart breaks? People around you can’t hear its sound, but you know how loud a bang it has made. It has broken your very soul from deep within you, and the worst part is that there are no places that’ll take it in and make it whole again. There are no repair shops for broken hearts. Time, they say, is the only thing that can heal a broken heart, but how can time heal something that is timeless? How can time heal something that it helped create, nurture and eventually bring to its desolate end… Time just becomes a paradox in this case.

Why does a heart break? Why is it that a person who we’ve spent very little of our life’s time with, suddenly becomes a reason for the tearing away of our very soul? Someone rightly said that “hearts are crazy beasts, that’s why they’re kept in cages”. For, once the cage is opened and the beast is set free, it can tear worlds apart.

The heart breaks because we allow ourselves to be open to someone else, to see all that we hold inside. We share our deepest fears with them and show them this fragile, crystal part of our body, trusting them to keep it safe in their hands… Hands that we feel will nurture this brittle part of us… And that is when they drop it! They drop it hard on the concrete floor of their faithless and delusional world, and it remains there, broken into a thousand pieces. No one can hear it shatter, no one… But you do. You feel an empty void inside your chest where it used to beat. You feel your soul crumble with your heart, telling you to give up on that love. You feel the tears rolling down your eyes uncontrollably, as if there’s an endless ocean inside of you that just wants to be emptied and there’s no way of stopping it from being emptied all the way out of you.

So you cry. You let that pain come out of your heart and soul in the form of those tiny teardrops. You let it go away into the shallow pores of your handkerchief where it will stay. You wipe away your pain, deep into those pores and tell yourself that you’ll be fine. For the heart, although broken, still belongs to you. It always belonged to you, and you alone. You’re the only one who can truly mend it, you were made that way. So you pick up those pieces and put them back together. It might not look as pretty as it did before, but it’s still yours to keep. The scars remind you of mistakes you made, of the trust you did blindly, and you learn from them all so as to never go down that path again. No matter what.