They say nothing in this life is ever free. And I guess that’s true. Because the most priceless thing in this life is love. And love has the heftiest price of all. Grief. Some would say that love isn’t worth all that pain, but I’d say it makes it all the more sweeter. If you never experience pain, how can you truly appreciate pleasure? If you’ve never been in the dark, how can you truly see the light? But I understand why some would say grief is too high a cost. I’ve only had to pay my debts a few times in my life, and each time was all the more heartbreaking. The tears streaming down my face. The sobs catching in my throat. The lack of breath tightening my chest. Every moment wondering when it will stop. When will I feel whole again? When will I be able to live again? How will I be able to live without their love any longer? But it does get better. With time. With distance. But whomever says time heals all wounds has never had to heal a broken heart. There is no true cure for that. Because once a heart is broken, the pieces never truly mend together again. One can only hope the jagged edges will soften, and that the cracks remaining don’t stab so deep any longer. And eventually, they will. And your heart can love again. But never the same. Not necessarily less, but certainly different. You become a new person with new experiences and passions. And that new person gets to love new people in new ways. And some day the grief will come back again, but you’ll be stronger the next time. So yes, nothing in this life is free. But some things I don’t quite mind paying for.
-Excerpt from ~Untitled~
