Somebody once asked me,
"How does it feel to get your heart broken?"
I
responded:
"Getting your heart broken is like riding a bike. Everything
is going well. And then, the bike begins to wobble. That sinking
feeling in your stomach? That's what comes first. It's that
nervous, panicked feeling you get while you try to steady the bike
again. Next comes the part where you fall. Your heart drops, you
scream or cry out, your stomach lurches in a sickening manner.
That's when it really begins. The pain. On a bike, it's
physical, the pain is as you slide on the concrete and scrape your
hands and knees up. It's like that pain, but mental, too.
It's like your heart was ripped from your chest and slammed to
the ground, where it bumps and skids on the surface like you did,
when you fell off your bike. It's physical, searing pain in
your chest and mind that leaves you on your bedroom floor crying
for hours. It's as if your heart were riding a bike, and that
person you loved so dearly ran up and pushed it off. And instead of
fading away after a few days, the marks that fall leaves stay with
you forever. That's Heartbreak.