You feel it most when it all goes silent, the small groan of a lonely heart; and it whispers to you, reminding you that you miss the heartbeat of someone you have not met. You start to realize how much you want it, how it has become something more than a longing, but rather, a deep and cruel pain that refuses to let go.
Then you breathe in deeply, and you live, because life is not found in tomorrow, but in every beat of your own heart. This is how you keep that lonely heart at bay, by being, and being, and being until all becomes calm again. Your roots do not dig into the soil of empty promises, but in the depths of present reality; so grow, and grow, and grow, until spring has bloomed and the world is full of life again.
No one has been brave enough to love you, and that shouldn’t make you sad; because you’ll find someone who fears you but is still brave enough to be with you, and that is worth a little heartbreak for now.
Love will come, and it will need a courageous soul to stand and fight with.