Broken hearts

A friend shared some sadness with me this week. He is a caring and strong men, and he has parted ways with the woman he has loved for half of his life. He's at peace with his choice, but torn to pieces over the pain that she's in.

It's a feeling we can all relate to, or at least I think it is. The one where you're stuck between what's easy in the short term and what's best for your heart. Where you're sick from pretending to be in something that you know you're halfway out of, but positive that saying it out loud will tear apart someone you love. There's something fundamentally human about that torture and hurting that it's hard to not sound trite and cheesy in writing it.

I long to never feel like that again, but I also know that feeling that way means I'm loving with conviction; you've got to hurt, right?