It is midnight and it’s starting to rain outside. Feeling sentimental about the rain? I told you we’re on the same wavelength about this. Have you found another way to forget those lonely spaces? Have you tried the hurt healer and wound patches?
One question remains tonight. How do you measure a broken heart?
Minutes? Days? Moments?
I’m sure all of you have different ways to handle it but do you exactly remember when it stops hurting you? Is it when you find another ‘someone’? Is it when you find yourself in another routine that keeps you away from feeling miserable? Is it when you pull out an Adele? Pour the rage out and turn it into six Grammys?
‘When’ isn’t exactly the case, because you are who matters. People find themselves in different ways. Finding you isn’t easy, but as Dr. Seuss once said, ‘There is no one alive who is Youer than You.‘. If it isn’t because of those shitty broken heart drama, you won’t be standing this high. So, I will leave you tonight.
Enjoy the height.
PS: It’s back in 2010 when I wrote the first piece of late-night radio broadcast :’) That time, I never knew when I was going to write the continuation but I did write the ‘#1’ on its title. When I finally wrote this, some of my friends are experiencing a broken heart. It is the distance that separates me from getting them a bar of chocolate like I always do back in those days. I wish I can be more than the-late-night-chats on their mobile data plan. But then again, they are some bad ass people that much stronger than any other, so I know you are going to be okay (and be the greatest you’ll ever be).
I’m wide awake, so what’s the point of dreaming when your life is great?
Celebrate the feeling, celebrate the feeling.
Can’t complain about much these days, I believe we’ll be okay.