Break, heart

One of my closest friends send me this extract. It’s so beautiful in its aching intensity.

When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

If there is a noise, it’s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That’s what it looks like and that’s what it sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions.

But that’s the thing about love – no one is untouchable. It’s as wild as that, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it actually breaks, it’s silent. You’re just screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.

– Cecilia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now

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7 thoughts on “Break, heart

    1. @ Rita: *screams* Did you say chicklit?!!! Oh my god! I didn’t know. I didn’t check the genealogy of this quote. Hrrmmmphh.

    1. @det-res: HAhah! No, “awww” isn’t on my list of pet peeves! 🙂 And don’t let me or anyone stop you from using any word you want. 😀

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