The Day My Heart Melted
That rare moment I first experienced the purity of unconditional love
What is love?
In my younger years I felt that the meaning of love was easy to define. In my arrogance and my naivety, I believed I had all the answers. Oh, how I had it wrong for so long!
All I knew about love was from my personal experiences and my heart soon learnt that love held very little joy; in fact I learnt that love was toxic, unauthentic, conditional and torturous in its many forms.
My first experience was parental love — mostly in the guise of abandonment and child abuse. As the years passed the world showed me this kind of love was the norm. I came to know that love wasn’t made of fairytales, in fact it was the stuff of nightmares, if the truth be told.
My heart found the agony of love to be unbearable. The loss, the pain drilled into my wisdom showing me the insecurity, the fact that nothing lasts forever, the wisdom to never fully trust or believe and the powerful knowledge that hearts are fickle, when it comes to this thing we call love.
The shock of finding that overnight love dies for no explainable reason, carries unfathomable pain and destruction is a common theme in such relationships.
