What Happens To The Heart

28 autumns later all I know is that no two breakups are the same. Every heartbreak has a different story. Some break-ups feel like somebody or something is walking out of your life noiselessly. You can’t really figure out what it is, love, hope, or faith.

Some heartbreaks are a play of a solemn kind with a sad ending. Some breakup is thrust in your heart by force. As if someone charged a bullet and you were a willing victim.

Some heartbreaks look settled and secure from the outside with smiling faces and hashtag couple goals on Instagram. In some breakups, no one can decide who was correct and who wasn’t. Some heartbreaks are neat bookshelf that hides black molds.

In every relationship, there is a certain amount of love. In love, two people promise to stay true to each other. In a relationship, people promise to correct each other when they are wrong.

Love is a fuzzy autumn morning with a warm cup of coffee and firmness. For some, love is a certainty. We all think love and only love surely has all the answers that a heart needs. All the laughter and sex, all the promises and breaking promises, all the meaning and the meaningless, all the kisses and tears — love sure is beautiful.

But one day something pushes us to a point that the string breaks and all the pearls scatter. People move on. They are allowed to move on, some do it fast, some do it slowly, some never do but pretend and some are tired of pretending.

I sit in a corner of a café in the winter morning and ask what happens to the heart. Forgetting all the promises is a difficult task to do as if a battle going on inside your heart. Forgetting how it felt to lean against someone on a summer afternoon on a balcony.

Forgetting seeing another person’s reflection on the mirror while doing your own makeup, maybe now that idiot knows how to wear a tie properly. Forgetting getting a neck massage before going to bed after a hard day of work. When we move on, what happens to the heart?