It’s always there, Trust me...

I don’t know why they call it a broken heart, because it’s not, really. It’s more like your heart is trying to break apart, but it never really succeeds. It’s like it’sliterally trying to pull itself into two, and struggling to function correctly in the process. And oh, it hurts. If you’ve never had a broken heart you won’t understand, you probably think it’s an emotional thing, like it’s all in the mind. But it’s so much more than that. It’s a physical ache in your chest, a painful whine that just doesn’t quit. It’s a kind of pressure, compacting your whole chest area and making everything inside hurt. Then it rises, it forces its way up into your throat, forming an aching lump that pushes tears from your eyes. And then you’re crying because it’s just impossible not to do so. And even when you’re all cried out, it’s still there, this indescribable ache that feels like no other ache you’ve ever had.

It’s always there.