My brother and I rented an apartment together back in Georgia. He was the main person who saved me during my break up, he was always there for me. Listening, encouraging and empathizing as much as he could. He was teaching me step by step, how to make it out of a heartbreak. I never knew he knew anything about a heartbreak, but seems like he did.
Months prior, He would sometimes listen to some nostalgic sad songs or music before sleep and if the sound was loud enough to reach my bedroom, I would ask him to
“Please, listen in your earphones , they make me feel sad. I am in love and in a relationship , I don’t want to listen to songs about the sad love story. They scare me. ”
I was such a bad sister… The truth is, I never knew what was a heartbreak and I couldn’t exactly relate to my brother.
I didn’t understand what pleasure he found in listening to the music that were nostalgic.
6 months after break up, I was the one listening to the exact same music he used to listen and It comforted me.
I understood my brother and I felt very sad that in times of his sadness, I was kind of asking him to be sad quietly because it was disturbing my happiness.
I can say, I can now understand people more. I can feel what’s in their hearts better…
If we rented an apartment together, I wouldn’t tell him to listen to them in the earphones.
I would get him a cup of tea, get myself a cup of tea, and would tell him to listen to it as loudly as he wishes, so maybe the sound of music can cover the sound of a broken heart.
Or better yet, even though, we are both not into drinking, I’d get us two bottles of beer, I’d clink my bottle to his and say
“Cheers to all of our past heartbreaks and the ones that we will have in future. Life would be so colorless without them.”
