Never wing fracture
Let's talk about people broken heart. Or his love not to. Or love rejected. Like Gibran wings broken. Or the story of Zainuddin and Biological Vanderwicjk stranded when the ship sank. Or Qais and Laila's love that makes them 'Majnun', and then die. Or, lest it also a story about love itself, which ran aground slammed by fate, or withered unrequited.
It's a story dug out of the love that tears spring. The world is not pink there. There is only Qais has Majnun and wailed in grief as the middle of the desert called the birds :
O bird, is there anything that would lend wings
I want to fly to pick up his lover's heart.
Let us come to them grief. They were good people that need to be pitied. Or if they were your own, then please accept condolences saying, and learn to feel sorry for yourself. In nature the soul, the wings of love that never really broken. Love is always there. "If there is love in the heart of one, surely there is love in the hearts of others," Rumi said, "because one hand can not clap without the other." Perhaps Rumi talked about what should be. While we witness another fact.
When love begins and ends in God, then love others only attempt to show his love, the heart of worship the most essential: always give that we can give, always happy people we love. In this sense it gives us a strong position: we do not have to be disappointed or humiliated by rejection, or weak and melancholy when you run aground because of his fate. Because here we just did a great job and great : love....
When you do not arrive, or the helping hand of love rejected, which happens really is "an opportunity to give" a pass. That's it. Every time such an opportunity can be repeated. As long as we have "something" we can give, then the problem of rejection or not until become irrelevant. This is just purely a matter of time. True lovers forever just asked: "What would I give...? About to "whom" something is given, it becomes secondary.
So, we are just broken or destroyed because of our weakness. We are weak because of the position of our souls. Like this: we love someone, then we rely to live a happy life with him! So when he refused to live together, it then becomes a source of misery. We suffer not because we love. But since we hung our joy in the fact that other people love us.
