a little while ago, my sweet little heart got smashed into a million pieces. i didn't eat, i couldn't sleep, i didn't want to talk to anyone. i just worked at bp and faked a pretty smile and came home and watched the food network. needless to say, it was a very dark time in my life and i had no idea what to do with the fragments of my heart. no matter how much i wanted them to come back together and give me the ability to love and be happy again, my destroyed heart was helpless.
and then one day, a hero from my past came back into my life. in one fell swoop he picked up those pieces and carried them away. he hid them from me and made me forget that they even existed. i smiled and was carefree and i ran away from that wretched broken heart and i felt whole again.
until i realized that i only have one heart, and i needed that heart to love. i needed to love to be truly happy in life. so i asked my sweet hero for the pieces of my heart back. he gingerly gave them back to me, and i realized that they were still broken. still in shambles. still a wreck. and it still hurt. so i sucked up a little courage, stood a little taller, smiled a little brighter, took those pieces and let them heal. and i am pleased to announce that my heart recovery is going along smoothly.
broken hearts happen. falling in young love sucks. it ends in disaster and tears and it's no fun. but it is life. it is the very thing that makes us human and not animals; the ability to love and carry emotion.
my challenge to you is to let your heart heal. don't hide it behind a fake smile and don't lock it up and never let it out again. show it to the world. give it time and let it heal. hearts are very fragile but they do recuperate. i promise.