Nursing a broken heart

How can you exactly mend your broken heart… How can you start picking up the sharp pieces that are like glass that when you touch it, it hurts you…

Do you seek help from friends, family, God, rebound guy/girl or strangers?

What if all of the above could help you think straight and be at peace for an hour.  Only for an hour… then after that you go back to your painful thoughts of reminiscent sunshines…

What  is wierd is that you tend to remember the good memories from the past that pains your present…  If only you could recall more of the bad memories just to have that drive to move on and start moving your heart’s pieces.  And simple as it may seem, moving on is quite more than complex — especially with my kind of personality.

And so, I ask… to all of the strong people here… How do you mend a broken heart?

To those who think they’re weak… how do you struggle to live through a month, a week, a day, or even an hour of emotional agony…

Please tell me now as I nurse this bleeding heart of mine.  I know for sure that the one who broke this won’t fix it back…  I am too scared and hurt yet to pick up all the pieces.  Somehow I have noticed that I have indulged myself with the feeling of pain…  Because losing him brought a whole lot of reality…

Unwilling to have myself swept off my feet with anyone else yet…  Could you just imagine Juliet moving on just like that… when she thought she saw Romeo dead, and she would not have followed the beat of her heart to die with him and instead, she moved on …  Then the story would not be so great after all…

I am a hopeless romantic and am so idealistic…  I love like a character in a fairy tale… I love the way fiction character does .. so passionate… so full… so unconditional…

But this love is free… and unconditional… even if he may love someone else now, I still love him sheepishly… still giving him all my love, for my heart is stuck with him… Indulging in the pain because even though it hurts, I just feel alive and I feel that I have loved…