Whiplash!

The heart still aches. It still breaks. Every memory is like a harsh attack on the heart. Each scar that is left, still pricks. Each word, each thought, each touch, and each dream. It hurts. Places should never remind you of people you are trying to forget. It's a blood bath for the soul. 

Breaking a connection is harder than it seems. It's like you're cutting a thick cord attached firmly to your core, slowly and it just keeps bleeding, breaking away slowly, dripping and waiting to weaken. Why is it that we connect with someone only to lose them or break the connect? What's the point of such connections? They change you for what? The pain you suffer is for what? You dream of a world where you want things to go as per your fancy. You think of it as your happy world and I guess that's why it hurts more. The life you dreamed of, the memories - good or bad, the mere presence of them even if they are not within reach, it all hurts so much. When you're burdened by everything that has happened in your life, you seek just one shoulder to rest your head on but you know that that's the only shoulder you can never ever lean on, that's what becomes the death of you.