Next time my heart will break deeper. Such is life. It may not break in the same way as before, but in a newly excruciating manner. What wounds may have healed over will tear open in a fiery pain that reaches beyond the old. Deeper, wider, fuller.
Will everything that has broken my heart before never break my heart again?
Everything that has broken my heart before will settle into the cracks it once made—boring down, as water carves away rock. So the stone in my chest dwindles.
Is there anything I can do to keep my heart from breaking?
My heart will break so long as I love anything. But the heart is made for loving. Therefore, my heart can break so long as it is beating.
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