December 28,2014
Falling and being in love could be an incredible feeling. It
could take you to places you thought never existed but when the spark is gone,
the limelight ceased, fireworks are down to its finale, when curtains close and
love becomes something you just had; something you’ve held but has now been
taken away, that incredible feeling turns into a dreadful nightmare. It seems
like colors turn to gray and it seems like the world is closing in on you. Pain
becomes your worst enemy but your only companion.
Along with the pain of a broken heart are the walls that
start to build. Who would even want to be hurt twice in a row? The kind of pain
that leaves you breathless not because of utmost elation but because of unending
sobs; the kind of pain that wakes you up at 3am slapping you with the fact that
your life changed big time in a matter of hours. That’s why conscious or
unconsciously, we build walls. We lock up behind them so no one could hurt us
anymore; no one could touch or utter a single word that would make us feel
anything. Some people build their walls so high that they, themselves couldn’t
even have a peek of the other side. It’s no big deal especially when there’s no
one around. We often even enjoy being in our own solitude, mending what has
been left of us, until one day someone comes along and question the integrity
of those walls.
