An artist works their whole life. They work every day trying to make that perfect piece that expresses them and how they feel. It may take a hundred or a million attempts but they keep working, keep trying.
An artist who works with crystal forms and molds the delicate crystal. Has a vision of what they want to create. They form many shapes and many colors and try over and over using different techniques. Month after month. Year after year they try and try again to make what in their eyes is the perfect piece.
What they are trying to do. What they are trying to create deep inside is their own heart. What they see and feel and in essence what they are.
There are times where they create a piece that looks and feels perfect. All the sides are smooth and the color is perfect. The crystal is strong and even through out. But over time the delicate crystal starts to wear and eventually cracks and breaks.
But one day the artist stops sits back and looks and realizes..... they are finally done. They have what they have been trying for years to create. Through hurt and heart ache they have done it. They have put their heart and essence into form. It sits before them in wonder and beauty. With a smile they slowly examine it. Being sure it will not crack like has happened so many times in the past. But no it is perfect. There are no signs of weakness. The crystal will stand the test of time. Their heart is finally full and finished......... My heart... My love.
I have tried over the years to find and create a perfect heart for love and to love and be loved perfectly. Every time the love would slowly crack and break till it eventually broke away to nothing but shards of razor sharp crystal. Than one day i rejoiced inside and out. My love and heart looked to be at completion. It felt and looked so perfect.... I didn't even believe it myself i had others look over the love and see and tell me what they saw and what they thought. Everyone agreed it was amazing like none they had ever seen in my life before.
Now..... Now that crystal piece that heart that love... its shattered to nothing like so many before it. But unlike so many that had come before it. It did not break from imperfections in the Crystal or in the love... It was handed to another another that would be sure to take care of the piece and not let anything tarnish or crack or break it..... but there it is now... broken and shattered
The artist falls to his knees tears in his eyes. Sorrow in his heart and body. Sorrow not only to see his beautiful work destroyed and not just because of the trusted person who had let it break... but because the artist knows that he had put every last ounce of himself into that piece. Every thing that was him. All his love, all his giving, all his trust, all his hurt, all his fear, all his caring...... He looks at the broken pieces on the ground and in his hands, as he tries to pick them up even though the sharp edges cut his hands and cause blood to flow, and knows he can never in his life again create a piece so perfect. The heart of the artist is gone... destroyed. There is no passion left to create for there is nothing left for him to try and create. He had made what he had wanted to his whole life and now..... now it is gone.... forever
He will never create another again... he will never love another again.
An artist who works with crystal forms and molds the delicate crystal. Has a vision of what they want to create. They form many shapes and many colors and try over and over using different techniques. Month after month. Year after year they try and try again to make what in their eyes is the perfect piece.
What they are trying to do. What they are trying to create deep inside is their own heart. What they see and feel and in essence what they are.
There are times where they create a piece that looks and feels perfect. All the sides are smooth and the color is perfect. The crystal is strong and even through out. But over time the delicate crystal starts to wear and eventually cracks and breaks.
But one day the artist stops sits back and looks and realizes..... they are finally done. They have what they have been trying for years to create. Through hurt and heart ache they have done it. They have put their heart and essence into form. It sits before them in wonder and beauty. With a smile they slowly examine it. Being sure it will not crack like has happened so many times in the past. But no it is perfect. There are no signs of weakness. The crystal will stand the test of time. Their heart is finally full and finished......... My heart... My love.
I have tried over the years to find and create a perfect heart for love and to love and be loved perfectly. Every time the love would slowly crack and break till it eventually broke away to nothing but shards of razor sharp crystal. Than one day i rejoiced inside and out. My love and heart looked to be at completion. It felt and looked so perfect.... I didn't even believe it myself i had others look over the love and see and tell me what they saw and what they thought. Everyone agreed it was amazing like none they had ever seen in my life before.
Now..... Now that crystal piece that heart that love... its shattered to nothing like so many before it. But unlike so many that had come before it. It did not break from imperfections in the Crystal or in the love... It was handed to another another that would be sure to take care of the piece and not let anything tarnish or crack or break it..... but there it is now... broken and shattered
The artist falls to his knees tears in his eyes. Sorrow in his heart and body. Sorrow not only to see his beautiful work destroyed and not just because of the trusted person who had let it break... but because the artist knows that he had put every last ounce of himself into that piece. Every thing that was him. All his love, all his giving, all his trust, all his hurt, all his fear, all his caring...... He looks at the broken pieces on the ground and in his hands, as he tries to pick them up even though the sharp edges cut his hands and cause blood to flow, and knows he can never in his life again create a piece so perfect. The heart of the artist is gone... destroyed. There is no passion left to create for there is nothing left for him to try and create. He had made what he had wanted to his whole life and now..... now it is gone.... forever
He will never create another again... he will never love another again.
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Alright, look, I want to help you here. But you gotta come down from the drama for a bit. How long were you with this girl? Cause I gotta say, I was in a five and a half year relationship, out of the blue got dumped and shortly after figured out that there was another guy. I didn't make this big of a deal out of it.
You need to get a grip. Is this really the end of the world? Do you honestly believe there is no possibility that you'll ever meet anyone else? Even if that unlikely scenario unfolded, is that really that bad? Because if you can't be happy alone, you're not ready for serious relationships.
Look, go to this post, read it, and decide if you want to start healing or just keep tearing yourself apart. Shed your tears, do your thing, do what you need to do to get over it, but at this point you're making it harder on yourself than it needs to be.
From all I've seen, you're acting like a teenager over this. According to your profile, you ought to know better by now. You can be fucked up for a while, but it gets to a certain point where you're no longer legitimately fucked up - you're just basking in misery. It's destructive in every way. You're not getting over it, you're repelling anyone who might be interested, and you're still miserable.
Pull yourself together, move past it, figure out what you like about yourself, figure out what you don't like and change it, figure out what you want, and go after it. Right now you're portraying yourself as an emotional burden, looking for charity. No one wants to deal with that. Do better for yourself. There's no reason you can't.