“So… from now on… when you think of me… just remember that I could’ve been the best thing you ever had.”
The human heart is a vital organ that keeps us alive. It pumps blood around our body and oxygenates our other organs, providing vital food for us to live our lives.
The heart can stop working; the blood can clot inside it and the organ itself can cease to function, causing us to slip away into whatever is next. But the heart cannot break. Scientifically. Not in the sense that something you love has gone, or something you needed has disappeared. It simply cannot happen.
So why does your brain lay so much emphasis on this feeling? Why do we feel so emotive over a relationship break up or a loss or anything that makes us feel like our heart is hurting? Is our brain a sucker for punishment, or is there a feeling that actually makes our heart ache, like our finger would hurt if it was hit by a nail? I don’t think the feeling we attribute to heart break, or in lesser case, heart ache is that at all, but the feeling of fear that we have misinterpreted. The thought of being on your own in the world and having to change your processes is a daunting one, however in love you are or aren’t. And the feeling of time wasting, that you have donated something to someone and they just haven’t needed or wanted it.
Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means heartbroken. But occurrences over the past few days have made me doubt my judgement, am I a good judge of character? Can I correctly identify when someone is happy, or notice when they are not? Does this make me a bad person? It’s just an empty feeling to know that there isn’t a person there who will always be pleased to see their call display flash with your name on it, whatever time of day or night, or to give you a hug and tell you you’re pretty and you make them happy when you have had a bad day.
Sometimes a girl just needs her daddy.