It all begins with a crack. A loud, unavoidable, clear crack. The distinct sound of a shattering glass, not by crushing, but by the mere power of words. They say our hearts tend to strengthen with age. But the truth is, we build up walls, only to hide up our scars and prevent further from the making.
When you meet someone, you instinctively protect your heart from being open. But as time progresses, you start trusting them and eventually you bring down your walls, one by one. When it progresses even further, you open up the wrappers of your heart and give them your naked heart. That single piece of your fragile, glassy heart, right into their hands.
Of course, they nurture us and care for us. But true hurt comes from those who we think care for us and the ones we trust the most. But, pain is inevitable. It's just pain you feel at first, like the air rushing in through the ragged crack in small bursts, filling up the inside, trying to expand the crack. Yet, you feel nothing, but the void. It's like the pain and the hurt is the most constant thing you'll ever feel.
You cringe up and hug yourself to protect your heart. You roll up into a ball to prevent the crack from expanding further and all you feel is the beating heart, crying out for help. That is when your eyes start to water up. The mere sound of your heart crying for help, when it gets hurt, can haunt your mind to insanity.
Most often, your eyes well up and they overflow. The tears start running down your cheeks in a hurry, as if to reach your heart and heal the crack. To fill it up with water and console itself. But as they run down, you resolve not to open up again and you start wrapping up your heart. You bring up your walls, with your injured heart left as such, bearing scars. The water never reaches the heart.
Maybe, if we'd cried our hearts out as they all say, our hearts would've healed. The tears are after all a reprieve to those scars.
We just wipe out the tear marks on our cheeks and move on with Life, hoping we never scar ourselves, entirely sure it's obviously going to happen again.