My heart shattered into a million pieces. A cliche’, I know. But let me explain why I describe it this way. I look at the cracks and count them one by one. This one taught me this, that one taught me something else. The one over there; bitter sweet memories. Lessons learned. Just another path in the road of life. They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking. Some intertwine. I suspect, this one is where my heart and my head were at war. I think that tiny one, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache. Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or an escape from the ravages of war. Every one painful; but I wouldn’t trade them for anything. The cracks and fissures are part of me. They have molded me into the woman I am today. Yes, I’ll keep my shattered heart. I’ve grown quite fond of it.
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