Crush

“To love at all is to be vulnerable.

Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.

If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”

c.s. lewis

"I felt it in my bones.

the same bones that are crushing my chest every morning.

i know this will not last forever.

i know i will move on.

i will be ok.

time is a healer.

i have said the same things to my heartsick friends.

but even that makes me sad because that means i will have forgotten.

and right now i don't ever want to forget what this love felt like....

while it lasted.

even if it crushes me"

Couldn't have said it better.
I feel that crush, that wakes you up in the middle of the night, feels like an elephant is sitting on your chest.
I like, a crushed soda can, will eventually mold back into shape..just waiting, and slowly working on the kinks, trying not to cut my fingers on the sharp edges.
-A