Words from a broken heart

Love.

What does it mean? Does it really exist in the first place? If so, is it real? Is it enough?

Is love this powerful and magical boost of energy that makes us superheroes? Is it this sweet piece of pie that we forget the entire world at each bite?

Is it just a beautiful lie?

I thought I knew. I thought I knew it all, but I know nothing apparently.

Love hurts.

As much as it’s true and sincere it will hurt.

But I believed it, I lived it, I swore by it.

The happy truth is that Love, in fact, is so powerful. It is a booster. It really makes you feel you can move mountains, everything becomes possible and reachable. Being in love is being bulletproof. Wonder woman. The queen of all queens.

But sometimes things go wrong. We don’t even get to see this because we’re blindly in love.

And the hardest thing in the world, is when you're told that after all we can't believe it will work. The hardest part is when you become clueless, hopeless. 

What is a love story with no hope? No future? Nothing.

Something?

I am lost.

There is no fair in love and war.

I still feel it inside me, and it hurts me so much. I feel my heart torn up.

My eyes cried all the tears of my body and it’s still not enough to heal my pain. As our love wasn’t enough to keep us together and keep US alive.

I never tried to be a hero,

you took us from the stars to zero.

We had a love devote without a shred of doubt,

we never worried about other people.

You broke the spell and wanted something else…

- Other People, LP

I am sorry. This post is out of the purpose of this blog.

I am not okay, and it’s okay to not be okay.

I just can’t keep it to myself.

Take care of yourself, of the ones you care about and your loved ones.

Make of your love your strength!