This ten-letter word that contains a million emotions, actions, memories, tears, sorrows, and situations.

Its the reason Im awake at 1:43 AM EST.

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Updated 8 years ago,July 18, 2017

I dont like to write.

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Andrew Neel

I wonder how many other people feel this way?

Who the hell wants to ready my thoughts?

Thats why today, Im going to finish writing not because I want to; because I need to.

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Andrew Neel

This ten-letter word that contains a million emotions, actions, memories, tears, sorrows, and situations.

Its the reason Im awake at 1:43 AM EST.

Its the reason so many of us are up at this time of night (morning?)

That is heartbreak in its purest form.

I am the bucket and the water is love.

Someone, somewhere in this world is experiencing loss.

At its foundation isnt that what heartbreak is?

Loss of love, loss of hope, loss of comfort, loss of protection loss.

Everyones heartbreak is different and everyone experiences it more than once in their lives.

Why am I writing this instead of talking to my closest friends?

Because this bang out of heartbreak is one that I believe I perpetuate myself.

I keep going back for more.

An interesting concept, isnt it?

I used to believe that change came with a blueprint or a step-by-step instruction guide.

Just do these 10 things and you’ve got the option to change.

Could it be that simple?

Could it really be that achievable?

I love hard, strong, and with purpose.

My latest heartbreak came from loving in this way because I loved someone so hard I loved them away.

What does that even mean?

Loving someone away, in my case, is loving to the point of misinterpretation.

Being blinded by love in such a way that you believe that love truly does conquer all.

Do I believe that concept to be true?

Sure, but only when the love is given and reciprocated.

It means listening and hearing.

It means looking and seeing.

Sounds deceitful doesnt it?

Toxicity at its finest, folks.

Warsan Shire said it best: You cant make homes out of human beings.

Maybe I wrote this because Im trying to make sense of my own pain.

Maybe I wrote this in hopes that someone somewhere was connecting to my words.