Who Needs A Heart

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “I can’t live without him.”
All I could do was hold on to her and tell her, “I know.”

It’s funny how we all define a broken heart.  Someone we love, stops loving us and it feels like our world is going to end.  We wallow, we cry, we rebel and sometimes we even hate.  But then we get over it and move on because a broken heart doesn’t kill us really.  We might come out of it all a bit damaged and unable to trust, but somehow we survive.

You are different.  With a truly broken heart you love like I’ve never known anyone to love before.  When I think of you, I am embarrassed for ever feeling sorry for myself.  When I think of you, I feel so full of pride to know you and to call you a friend.  When I think of you, I hate the world for the way it devastates the best people.  

He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, “It doesn’t look good.”
All I could do was hold on to him and tell him, “I know.”

Do you have any idea how many people love you, and how deeply?  Once strangers now joined in this circle of love, admiration, and grief.  We hold onto each other, we comfort each other; we love each other in sometimes sinful ways.  It’s all we can do, to hide our pain from you.  You know every single one of us would give up our own hearts for you if we could.

You hold on to a passion most people will never know.  You make everyone around you happy.  You make us laugh when all we want to do is worry and cry.  You, with your truly broken un-beating heart, managed to find a love that I thought only existed in fairytales.  

Broken hearts are not supposed to kill us.  

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, “There is nobody crazier about him than me.”  
All I could do was go home and write about it.