There are moments in life when the heart feels divided between two worlds. One part longs to dwell in the pain of love, holding onto memories, regrets, and unanswered questions. It replays every moment, every word, and every silence, making the ache feel endless. Love, when unfulfilled or lost, leaves a wound that refuses to heal quickly. It lingers in quiet moments, in familiar places, and in the echoes of what once was.
Yet, life does not stop for heartbreak. The other part of me wants to embrace the joy of living—to laugh, to explore, and to move forward without the weight of sorrow. It yearns for freedom, for adventure, for the beauty of the present moment unburdened by the past. But how can one fully enjoy life when another part is stuck in the past?
Perhaps, I need two minds—one to carry the pain of love and another to experience the happiness that life still offers. One to mourn what is lost, and another to celebrate what remains. But in reality, I have only one heart, torn between feeling and healing, between remembering and moving on.
Yet, life does not stop for heartbreak. The other part of me wants to embrace the joy of living—to laugh, to explore, and to move forward without the weight of sorrow. It yearns for freedom, for adventure, for the beauty of the present moment unburdened by the past. But how can one fully enjoy life when another part is stuck in the past?
Perhaps, I need two minds—one to carry the pain of love and another to experience the happiness that life still offers. One to mourn what is lost, and another to celebrate what remains. But in reality, I have only one heart, torn between feeling and healing, between remembering and moving on.
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