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A swapping of heart fibers
What is it about us humans that make us so attached to certain individuals? I think that long relationships must surely take on an identity entirely separate to the two people who are together. A third energy or presence seems to develop as your souls merge and weld collectively.
It is that fusing that rocks us to our core once everything crumbles around us and the other person is ripped away, taking a fair share of who we are right along with them.
It’s a wonder to me that more people do not just scream sporadically in grocery stores, cry hysterically on buses and simply stop their hearts altogether and bleed over sidewalks.
Once this cleaving in half occurs and we are left alone, only half of who we used to be, we initially think that the pain will never end. We think that we will remain this injured, this broken and this raw forever.
And for a very long time that is our bitter reality.
Until one day without quite realising it, our emotional wounds form scabs and eventually scar tissue begins to take shape. Suddenly you are no longer bleeding and the pain is only a memory, a memory that is still fresh but not nearly as haunting as it once was. And you discover that although that person took a part of you, they left parts of themselves stuck to you as well.
A trade of some sorts, a swapping of heart fibers.
Unexpectedly the scar is no longer a source of anguish but rather a reminder that you survived.
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