When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think, as it’s so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent, and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. — Cecelia Ahern
When I was younger and heard of or thought about heartbreak, I always assumed it was tied to love. Which it is. But at the time, I thought it was only akin to romantic love. And sure, you get a hefty dose of heartbreak over that, I’ve had my share. But it isn’t the ONLY thing that breaks a heart.
Your heart can break when your alcoholic mother says amazingly hurtful things to you when she’s drunk that she will never remember the next day; but you will.
When your rather stoic father doesn’t show up to something that seems small to him, but was important to you at the time.
When you discover that a friend you’ve had for years is not actually your friend anymore.
When you have to call Child Protective Services at least once a year because one (or more) of your students is being abused.
When you discover just how flawed your beloved grandparents are.
When whatever you were hoping for with all your heart feels like it gets snatched away.
When you realize that your unborn child has died.
When my husband and I later talked about that night in the ultrasound room, when we got the shock of our lives when we saw our dead baby on the ultrasound screen and it was confirmed that there was no heartbeat, he said he slowly realized what had happened, and then he heard my heart break. Doesn’t that seem funny? Because of course when our hearts [metaphorically] break, it is absolutely silent. But in some instances, that silence is the absolute loudest sound in the world.