
Answers and solutions are always easy. Following them is what is difficult. Starting with the simple thing first, the answer is, "this amazing pain is called STUPIDITY". What? Wrong grammar? No, no no. Just sticking to answering how it was asked. I would have left it at this answer if it was a 2 mark question, to be answered on the persons FB page. But since I have the liberty of owning this blog, I would like to pour the depth of the answer.
I had an iron box once. A nice fancy one with lots of features. But it kept burning my dresses. 5 of them to be precise. I got rid of that iron box. How couldn't I? When something burns dresses from Mango, Vera Moda and Chemistry, it had to go! I now have the normal iron box with no additional features but you know what? I am happier with it. Same thing with my food processor. As a new experimental wife aiming for my husbands happiness through his stomach, the food processor was my best friend. But it kept letting sparks out. It would end up blowing the entire fuse of my house. Again and again the electrician had to be called until the day I got rid of the food processor. Did I miss having such a handy tool in the kitchen? I sure did. For a day or two but, I got used to it in no time. I could go on with examples showing when something causes more harm than happiness, it is advisable to get rid of it. Of course, one may say, relationships are not objects that you can just dump 'em. Well yes. Relationships are different. The attachment is deeper. The dependencies are higher. Loss is wider and the pain...I like to say, is unbearable.

But if your love hurts you so much that you end up seeking answers from a virtual world, then it is not worth the pain. It is not worth picking up pieces of your heart. How many times do you stitch your heart back? How many a times do you glue to up? Even after you do the best job of gather the pieces of your heart, tiny porcelain pieces of the heart fade away into dust. Leaving behind a not so perfect heart that you were born with. It turns you fragile leaving you even more vulnerable than before. Those pieces of heart that blew away with the wind, turns you jealous. Makes you bitter. Hands you a knife and tells you to slit up some flesh.

