“When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground, it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters, a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks, it’s completely silent. You would think that for something so important, it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a symbol or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.” ~Cecelia Ahern, If You Could See Me Now (via)
I have always thought death would be easier to accept if it were accompanied by a clap of thunder and an orchestral flourish.
The aching begins with the horrible silence.