a tribute to those who have hurt before.. and haven't stopped hurting since.

this is a tribute to those of you out there, who have been hurt.
to those of you who haven't quite recovered yet.
but mostly to those of you who put on a brave front, but cry silently when the curtains close.


do you ever really recover after you break up with the "girl/guy of your dreams" ?

or do you just hurt silently, moping along until you find another "girl/guy of your dreams" ?

are you ever the same person again, after that first time you experience your heart being ripped to shreds ?

i watch my friends, classmates, schoolmates, peers.
and i notice how seamlessly they seem to be able to pick themselves up, and get on with life.

maybe it isn't as seamless as it seems,
maybe a bit of them dies after every break up..
maybe we'll never love the same as we first did.

we always say love is blind.
but for us who have been there, who have seen and felt all to clearly the truest, purest meaning of love know that that isn't true.

infatuation is blind,
love is when you start seeing all the flaws
and all you want is for him/her to be a better person.

don't stop feeling.
ever.
because that moment when you stop feeling hurt when you should..
it means you've finally murdered your heart..

God, teach me to love again.
don't ever let me stop feeling.