Bruised but not Broken
There’s been plenty of sleepless nights lately.
A side effect of being in love?
More like the side effect of a broken heart.
I have to console myself. Sometimes, some things are not meant to be. When you want different things. When personalities clash. And the love that you both have is not enough.
But love does exist.
In the man who sits next to you while you cry over a broken heart, not once, not twice but as many times as you need to. No questions asked.
Or the man, who in a roomful of 50 strangers, said that the thing that he’s most proud of in his life, is his wife.
Sometimes love clogs up your brain. Makes you forget. Forget your plans and dreams.
As the song goes, I’m bruised but not broken. And I’ll be allright. And I’ll love again. And life goes on. And there will always be dancing. Yes there will always be dancing.
