Over the years

I've come to realise what matters most to the heart hurts most for the heart.

Because those things matter, that's why they hurt. Imagine if I had never been hurt by family, I must have been living in a reverie. Imagine if I had never been hurt by lousy grades, I must have not taken my studies seriously. Imagine if I had never been hurt by human relationships, I must have been an human devoid of feelings.

Can love ever be separated from hurt?

Just a thought for the day.

Edit: I had this false impression I was one of the more impt persons in the life of other(s). Until one day, DAMN, I conveniently forgot there were some others in a higher position than me in those hearts. The bewildering thing was, how could I have forgotten??