It's amazing to me, the heart's resiliancy to heal itself and be able to open itself to the possibility of love. After flying so high and taking such a leap (you jump, I jump) and falling flat on your face the easy simple thing to do would be to crawl back into your shell and withdraw. It takes courage to put yourself out there again, to take a chance on being hurt that much again, by someone you love so much.
The heart has this amazing ability to heal after its been broken... no matter how many pieces it winds up in, it will always repair the damage, sew back the pieces and come back stronger than before. The pieces of a heart are made up of people -- we give those pieces away as tokens, as gifts. Some may deserve them, some may not. But no matter what, our hearts are a combination of a myriad of folks who have passed through your life. I love that idea, the idea that no matter how broken I may feel, that my heart has already begun its process of repair. I love how I'm affected in so many ways by the people who have passed through my life -- how their memory, their hold affects my life in such a way I could never have imagined during that meeting. So, even though the memory may be painful; even though it may hurt a little bit to recall, bless them, for their place and purpose in my life.
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