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Love is weird, but when it's being written through words, as people say, the universe starts praying for the lovers. But the question remains, "Does a broken one ever heal?" Does the universe accompany them during that time or go against the flow, making the lover a proud member of the Melancholy Club?
It's all mysterious, just like a broken heart. Not every eye contact with your loved ones starts a new dimension; sometimes, it becomes the reason for the beginning of a new era, where you're stuck and don't want to encounter anything else except the eyes of your loved ones. And with the internal bleeding in your heart, you ask the Almighty to be like Dr. Strange, to have the superpower so the broken one can stop time and look at your loved ones.
Pragmatically, they can't be Dr. Strange; they can't go back; as a result, they can't be healed as well. More importantly, a broken heart has a different aura, and it's always perpetual, never getting lost.
The aura has various ways to express itself. It might be poetry, or it might be a novel, letters, or anything else. It's the most beautiful art that has different forms to share the beauty of a broken heart.
A broken heart always expresses its confined feelings in the most beautiful way of the art form, and poetry is one of them. They portray their loved ones in the most powerful ways that they can be, which is nothing but through the categorization of alphabetic letters. Wrote pages and pages with the feelings of fear and love. They build a new empire of words, where you can only find tales of their loved ones – and it never dies, and they never healed. At a point, words started going through the pangs of death, so they couldn't hold any more beauty of those written words, and they prayed to get rid of it.
Every meticulous thing of their loved ones transformed through the beauty of words, where they put all the efforts by going against the mind and listening to the heart, which used to and always talked about their loved one, even after ages. They were having agony in the heart that was hard to cope with and impossible to ignore. Everything remains the same; nothing changes. Not even the sounds of the laughter, thousands of years later, will echo the same in the mind but with tears in the eyes.
The definition of love should be framed as being all about losing or not having loved ones and living in constant fear, which makes the burden even heavier for an already broken heart. They are not always members of the melancholy club. Sometimes, while writing letters, they smile as they imagine the shadow of their loved ones. This is how a heart looks.
People even create an extraordinary character in their novel to live on in this and their memory for the rest of their lives with the purest heart, one that's somehow dying but also offering beauty. They request the sky and clouds to create a canvas for their love to give it proper meaning.
Every meticulous thing is portrayed through love or caring words, where words define the heart, the heart defines love, and passion defines beauty. Even for a moment, the heart begins to worship beauty. If the heart's silent tears could be translated, they might be framed this way -
"I can look into her eyes for the entire day. Even though it's another world war, let the bullets know.
Don't cross my heart;
I have someone special here.
Choose another area to kill me!
Soldier, don't shoot at my eyes, please.
I want to close my eyes peacefully and imagine her.
Don't shoot, but you can kill me."
A heart never dies, and it's never fixed; it always generates beauty and waits until it arrives at its destination.