Stabbed

We try to avoid the stab. No one can see it as you do. Heartbroken, is the term. This feeling we seek to never find, yet not one who have sought love can say they have escaped. It is a manifesto of the inevitable, unattainable hope to feel but not know. We want to have the memories, experience the good sides of life without the sorrow it brings. To feel but not know, just mean that we hate consequences. Always present, pressing on our every move. Look at life as a chess game, and the act we call interaction becomes clear. Friends, family, love all is just one more act with pleasant or unpleasant consequences. i often ask where is the limit of friendly interaction, and exceeding on beyond the line. What is excepted and what is not? where do we cross the line when interacting with friends; can we say everything is excepted as long as friendship is implied and nothing more? Add a complication, you have a dear one, you are in a relationship. Does that limit your allowed actions and activities with friends? We can only realise this with constant comunications. But what if your brain overrule your emotions or vice versa? Me, I am bepuzzled. Sometimes isolations seem blissful. Yet I would not live in isolation. I am a free spirit, as it is called, no walls can keep me content. Friends are a large part of me, my ideals and creative expression also rule a part. Even the free spirit cannot escape the heartbreak. Nonetheless no heartbreak comes from friends, or does it? I mean can you be heartbroken from an inflatiation towards a friend? And if that friend act in compliance with you, something happens once. You are both aware it will never happen again, yet was that the line you crossed? Never a kiss, but the tuch perhaps? How do you know, and when you well sad due to the onetime only lable, that keeps annoying you. The sorrows are needed, and thay can be as sweat as the joys but hardest to bear is the regret. Regret that says, is that didn't hapen you would never have known how to miss it so dearly as you do.