MARCIA M. FRIGINETIE
All of our lives are rich in experience. The story I would like to share with others is the story of my fears ofloving and not being loved.
My heart was broken one day and shattered into many pieces. I don't know if ever it will be possible to gather those shattered pieces to make a whole heart again. If you shatter a vase, and then pick up the pieces to glue them back together, even though they are glued together and it appears to be whole, it will always be a shattered fragile vase.
I have this fear in my heart; it is a fear that cannot be done away with. Some say, "Take a chance in life; take a chance with love. If you do not take a chance, you really will not be living."
Who are those people to say such things?
Don't they understand what it is like to feel as though you do not exist, to feel invisible? Could they possibly identify with feeling as though you are inches from death? Can they comprehend the deep sinking, aching feeling that you have in the pit of your stomach?
It is a feeling like no other.
Don't they recognize what it is like to feel like an empty shell or a box with nothing inside? Aren't they capable of understanding the gripping fear you feel during each and every sleepless night with your hot tears flowing down your face uncontrollably? You experience the same emotions as though you were mourning the personal loss of your very own heart.