Heartbreak in all its forms can leave you devastated and lost in so many ways. Just like a storm it picks up until lightning bolts are released and unfortunately you land up being the tree that’s struck in the midst of the beautiful rain that once captured you. Now you’re left soaking wet in your own tears with hopes of seeing a rainbow to drag you out of the mess that’s love.
Everyone knows the quote.
It’s all over Tumblr and written in fancy calligraphy everywhere on Pinterest.
“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”
I quite enjoy the quote, mostly because of the analogy.
And what’s more natural than the biological drive to continue the human race?
That’s why I think the worst storm, the worst natural disaster, is heartbreak.
People are storms; they ebb and flow and twist and turn and are unpredictable.
I recently experienced my first heartbreak, one that wasn’t a fling or ended on amicable terms or…
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