Heartache

I have learned a few things over the years about heartaches but two words can summarize all of it.

They suck.

You cry and sob and you break your own heart with each deep breath you try and force out. You call your best friends no matter the time of the day and their hearts hurt for you. They can ask you the same general questions over and over again, they can ask you what they can do to help and if you’re okay.

It’s easy to put two and two together and figure out who’s causing you this pain, the boy who doesn’t deserve the tears streaming down your face.

It’s a constant cycle of one moment crying until there isn’t anything left, to dragging yourself sorrowfully through the day only to turn around once your head hits your pillow to watch the tears come streaming down again.

You are stronger than this.

You are stronger than he is. You’re too smart to be so upset over him. You’ve pushed through the hardest days of your life and you are still going. You will wake up tomorrow and keep going just as you have been.

You’ve let the tears fall, you’ve eaten all the ice cream, you’ve cried to your friends and you’ve asked yourself “Why” a million and two times. Eventually you have to break the cycle. You aren’t ever going to hear the answers you are looking for. Nothing is going to make this any simpler.