Fallen Out of Love

They say the worst part of a breakup is when the love withers. The love lingers around in the air, torturing one to keep on reminiscing all the things that once made them happy but now do nothing but hurt them. Reminiscing the happy moments is now so painful because you certainly sure that it won’t be happening again, at least not with the same person. So you keep on repeating the same scenario in your head, just to rub in salt on the bleeding wound. It is painful – to hit the realisation that someone who used to be your source of happiness is now gone, together with a piece of your mystified heart. The love that lingers around you wraps your heart in its thin air, coating you with the broken past. It is dreadful, but you are the one who keeps giving it the power to get into you. You were ruined, tortured and believed that you could never have a sweet taste of happiness again. You convinced yourself that you did not deserve the happiness and had finally ran out of it. You believed you had used all your life line for the happiness you embraced in the past. But one day, you are awaken from your deep sleep. The tight feeling in the chest is now all gone. You thought of the past, trying to search for the ache you once had but failed. You don’t feel anything now. The heavy weight on your shoulders have been channeled into thin air. You feel lighter, way lighter than you have ever been. Even when you see the person, it doesn’t have the effects it used to have on you before. Your heart doesn’t flutter. There are no butterflies in your tummy. Your heart is not shattering again. You feel fine. You are fine. And that’s when you realise, that you have actually fallen out of love. 

Sound

Isn’t it amazing how sometimes noises can calm you down? Like the sound of rain pouring down to wet the Earth, as your heart beating together to its rhythm without you even realising. Like the sound of wave hitting the land, as it is a symbol of your raging emotions being washed away little by little. Like the sound of music blasting loudly through your headphones, as they are trying so hard to win over all the battles that are happening inside you. Like the sound of chaotic traffic when you are kilometers away, as the vehicles honk to each other selfishly and move noisily. Like the sound of fireworks, as for whatever reason they somehow provide you with contentment and satisfaction once they explode here and there. And like the sound of ceiling fan that is spinning above your head, as it makes your soul comes out from your body when you stare at it long enough. Maybe this is where the safe and sound actually takes place, maybe this is what the phrase actually means.