First love loss is the toughest of them all
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Love, heartbreak… leave the drama
In an age where technology rules the world, emotional connectivity is at its lowest and keeps on diminishing as the years go by.
The day is not far away when technology will probably make us devoid of emotion, a day where there would be no need of human interaction, a day where humans will sit in the comfort of their homes in their cozy rooms all the while controlling their mechanical counterparts to carry out the duties once done by living, breathing, emotional bodies.
Aghast, living in the future is something that none can afford, and living in the present has more or less become a burden. A burden only made lighter by being in the vicinity of that special someone. The special someone doesn’t necessarily need to be your girlfriend or your fiancée or your wife, it can be anyone. We know when we meet that special someone. I met mine at the age of 8.
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I am glad that I got my heart broken by that special someone.
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As fate would have it, I fell in love with her at first site. Seeing her made me smile, and as you might have guessed, the usual boring story started—good friends—flirting—love?—break up. That break up hurt. Whenever I think about the feeling of love that first love was paramount to any feeling I have ever felt. Alas, keeping that aside, I am glad that I got my heart broken by that special someone.
Suffering a broken heart can be one of the toughest times in someone’s life, particularly when your brain interprets the loss as physical trauma. During the initial period of my heart break, I was dull, impulsive, dogmatic, and plain broken. I was scared of trusting someone else, scared of giving my time to someone else. Love seemed scary and even a little futile. But with time, I changed.
Now I am stronger.
A strength in not giving a moment’s thought to anyone’s opinion. I can dive into love without thinking about the consequences. The fact is, I won’t love anyone even near to the level of love I loved that special one. The loss of first love has made me stronger.
Look at yourself, loss has made you stronger too.
You have changed—for the better— and become a confident man with a flair for success in anything. Keep looking, the flair is there.
Except for that special someone, you don’t really care about anyone else as much. That special someone had a hold on you, a little power that made you hesitate a little. No doubt that special someone brought out the qualities in yourself that you never knew existed… but that’s all of it now.
Life is probably for the better since that special someone broke your heart, and mine too. If you still can’t see the optimism in the loss, give a thought to the following:
People and the universe will conspire to break your heart, but on the bright side only one heart break will be the worst. The first.
Guess what?
Having your heart broken by that special someone is the worst. Now, no one else can rule your heart, you are your own captain now. Though you may feel down thinking you will never be truly happy, start enjoying the small moments of life.
They can be small events:
- watching your favorite sport
- going on a trip
- buying those new shoes
- or just goofing around.
Make those small events a festival of the ordianry.
Time will do the rest. You will find someone else; someone who will love you even more than the special someone. Patiently wait for the right person and don’t give up on love.
Celebrate the insignificant while you strive toward greatness.
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