I personally think our brain are trying to connect everything when we fall in love.
When our eyes see something we love- in what form it is- our brain try to connect it to ourselves. It tried to trick us that our loves try to give us a some kind of messages, or a sign, that maybe- in a very small possibility they might be in love with us. Our brain began to create hope.
And then-
We feel joy, we are tricked to an delusional happiness, an temporary happiness- until we see what is true. Until our eyes see it by itself, something that breaks that delusional theory our brain created- we believe it by then. We can hear it, the sound of our heart breaks- it's sharp, and it know its job- it reached to the place that hurt the most. In instant thrust.
And you know what next? The suffering parts begin.
And endless brokenhearted songs- self pity. Self blaming. Shame. All mixed in. And then you will start to blame. But it will brings you nowhere, the person you love know nothing, and here you are- broken and chaotic as you can be.
And then you realized, it's not their fault after all, it's your fault.
It's your damn brain fault.
It's your fucking heart fault.
And then you will blame, blame, and blame.
Until then, until you start ignoring all of him in your heart, you can't at first, but you try, you deny it as hard as you can. Even sometimes you lose, and your tears came out as the proof.
And finally, you are free- at least that what you tought.
Until a trace of him come back, they slipped softly- through a touch, a smile, even a comment on your instagram photos-
It slipped through your veins, your brain, and last, your heart.
And you know what happens?
You screwed it all over again.
