the 100th post.

when you drop a glass or plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound.
when a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise.
but as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent.
you would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell.
but it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.

if there's a noise, it's internal. it screams and no one can hear it but you.
it screams so loud your ears ring, and your head aches.
it thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea; it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken.
that's what it looks like and that's what is sounds like, a thrashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions.

but that's the thing about love-no one is untouchable.
it's as wild as that, as raw as on open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water, but when it breaks, it's actually silent.
you're screaming on the inside and no one can hear it.

but you, saw the heartbreak in me and i saw it in you, and without having to talk about it we both knew.
it was time to stop walking with our heads in the clouds, and instead, keep our feet on the harder soil of ground level we should always have been rooted to.

taken from" If you could see me now" by Cecelia Ahern