Perhaps… the trouble with being strong is, people assume your heart can never break. Well, it is heartbreaking to break the news, but it can. It does. And when it does, no one usually knows what to do. So your heart breaks, you break down, and that breaks others’ hearts to see. The funny thing is: no one would do anything. And the sad news is: no one can. Perhaps that is why no one does.
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Perhaps no one can break your heart unless you let them. And perhaps no one can mend your broken heart, then, until you let them. Perhaps you are not strong anymore. Perhaps strong is not what you have to be. Perhaps you just have to jump on a different streetcar named courage… on which no one looks back. And perhaps you too should try to do so, letting no one break your heart and letting no one mend it.
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Or perhaps the only letting left to do is… go.
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Questa è Enida 
If we already choose with care with whom to share our best moments, it is no less a gesture of self-fidelity to do the same with our grief, our heartbreak, our dying a little on the inside, for if we would, even amongst these are our finest moments.
Your tears, precious as they be, are for those who matter.
There is no wrong in allowing one’s heart to break, for in the breaking and the dying, is born strength and springs forth life. Strength is not in mere stoicals, nor fortitude in the building of walls.
And we also are part of the larger fellowship of those who have gone before us. While we must bear our yoke alone if we ever are to reap the harvest as ours, there are those who have travelled here before us, each on placing their own cobblestone into the path upon which others will follow. As we tread upon the sacredity of the pain of our forebears, how we lay our own rocks will tell if we place an impediment or a foothold. Either of which may be ill or good not merely for the followers, but also perhaps the one who precedes them.
I trust in your choices.
Hmm… dah laa i’m feeling quite crappy right now.. reading this just made me break down even more. I just wonder why people do that? Break one’s heart and leave. Leave without wondering how it affects us. No matter what you’ve done for them in the past.. they can drop you like a hot potato without a care. How is it that I have this attachment that I just can’t shake off and the other person can be so fine and dandy.. sliding back into the lives they do not deserve.. one that was built on a foundation of lies.
Tonight i think of letting go but it’s just so hard, enida. Just about every word you said in this post is true.. but this stubborn heart is just that.. stubborn.
I think karma’s shit.