Thursday, 29 April 2010
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Pieces of Us
How many pieces of our hearts have been scattered around the world? How many pieces of our hearts have we given away? So many pieces of us have been given, so many pieces of us flowing away like petals. How is it possible that such many times we've given pieces of our heart and still many of us have yet to find someone to take that piece and place it upon the puzzle of Life. We still wonder in doubt and haplessness trying to find that someone that will take our piece before our life slowly withers away. Before the pieces of our heart run out.
My heart has already been divided into three until now. Each story unique in its own way, each painful in the end. I remember the first time I gave my heart to someone. I was 16 and he was 15. Young, maybe. Full of dreams, perhaps. In love, definitely. Our lives were joined in a second and his slowly departed afterwards, due to the fact that he got easily jealous. I never forget him, there's not a day that passes that I don't think of him. But he grew up now, as did I, into different people. I like to remember our story as a gem, untouched and forever hidden in the depths of my heart, into the very core of me that no one else will ever touch. It took me a while to realize that I may never love like that again.
The second time was at the beginning of this year, he's 25, quite older but what attracted me to him was his maturity, his polite manners, the fact that he didn't mind I was quiet and reserved the whole time, the fact that I loved Romeo&Juliet, and the fact that he liked me because I am 18 young and naive, the fact that alluring me to his place 5 months later would be an easy trick, the fact that I cried when he said he only wanted me just to pass his time, the fact that I begged him to stay, and kissed him for the last time as he left me standing at my door, because of the fact that I refused to have sex with him, because I wanted to lose my virginity during a time that we'd both be able to say "I love you to each other". But he didn't listen, and he didn't care, because of the fact that he never listened and he never cared.
The third time is something that still goes on, he's far away and travels alot, but that doesn't stop us from trying, and that doesn't stop him from caring, and that doesn't stop him from listening to me. And I don't miss the physical contact, because his words are warmer than an embrace and the sound of his breath better than any love song.
He might not be the one though, his face might be a mask, and his smile a facade. I don't give up though, and I keep on fighting, because the world might be cruel, and big, but you know what they say...there's always hope for the hopeless.
So what's your story? How many times have you given pieces of your heart? and how many times have you got it broken? Or better yet, have you found the one we all wait for?
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I haven't found the one I'm waiting for yet. I'm still hoping that I'll actually find him.
I don't believe that pieces of our hearts can run out.
When you have faith, and love, it's endless.
I fell in love when I was fourteen, he lost his life when I turned fifteen. And now I'm in my second most beautiful relationship and I couldn't be happier. It took nearly five years, I won't lie - but you can't put a time limit on finding happiness. Just soak up all the sunshine you can, while it's there, and don't expect ANYTHING. There are too many people who complain about not finding love... and they ignore all the love that's already around them. It doesn't have to be romantic to be appreciated.
Two. But I'm still with the one who has that second piece :)
I gave away the pieces of my heart to various people,
but I want to put my heart back together... so I can have it for the one person who will treat it right.This is like a question of how many licks does it take to reach to the core gum of a lollipop. Thus, in all sensibility, it really isn't a matter of how many times the pieces of heart are given away but rather, it's a matter if the couple are on the same wavelength and/or frequency in most areas of life. If yes, blissful the relationship it is - if no, then life has its ways of departing the two in half.
I fell in love when I was 15, and I'm still not fallen out of love. I've loved two guys in my life though. One of which was my best friend, who I got involved with. I didn't fall in love with him, but I did love him, much more than a friend. I've had my heart broken once, and I've broken two. I'm the one who's responsible for my broken heart so I have no sympathy for myself.
im sorry but there won't be a day when you're left with nothing. ive been fooled before, brokenhearted, but i healed, when i thought i never could. i don't think i 'gave a piece of my heart". i have been foolish, but i move on, end of story.
and don't worry. one day you won't be hurt over someone who never mattered in the first place. you'll laugh at the 25 year old that is so insecure and lack of game that he tempted to uncork a 18 year old. AND FAILED MISERABLY
I've given bits and pieces here and there. if only all these men morphed into one, then he would match me the way that I want. I haven't met someone that I thought was the one.
haven't found her yet, but still looking. for me though it's less dating people than it is just having a really deep mutual love connection with a few, though all but one have inevitably hurt me.
i gave my heart to a guy when i was 17 and he was 16. i missed him. he is gone. Now 18, and yet, i think i will never forget him.
i am yet to find another guy. lol
i've given my heart away at least 2 times so far and in the process of giving it again and hoping that this is the last time that i have to give it away. i'm not sure if he's the one or not, but i would like him to be because i can't imagine life without him.
I gave mine away when i was twenty, then again when i was twenty two. Both times broken, the first was the worst, the second was a reminder. i'm twenty three now, i'm not sure if i want to give anymore pieces away, not for such conditional love.
Well, I could say a few times, but honestly... I have no feelings left for any of them... My heart belongs to my current boyfriend. The thing is, while I was very into those guys, I'm not sure it was love... Maybe one of them was. He was the one who took the longest to get over, but it was never a "relationship" - just a year of dating where everything seemed perfect EVERYTIME we saw each other, which I don't think really constitutes "love." Maybe this is why I don't feel like I really gave my heart away. However, sometimes I get nervous based on past experiences... which I don't like, so maybe I gave away more than I thought.