Love… a simple and yet unexplainable word. A word that is more than just a feeling, it’s a state of mind. The best things in life can never be kept, they must be given away, A smile, A kiss, and Love. To love is not to look at one another, but to look together in the same direction.
A broken heart is a heart that has felt love.
There was a time, A person told me that he has the most beautiful heart among us. His heart was perfect in every way. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
Then I said to him, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." They were all stunned and they look at my heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces missing.
They stared at my heart. How can I say my heart is more beautiful?? they thought. They looked at my heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," I said, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they know.
This is just a story, a story which I told my friends, and hoping that my friends would see and understands love. A story that comes true to my heart, A story that I believes in.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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Yea... I guess you're right... *teary eyes* I want my missing piece back, if you know wot I mean
ReplyDeleteRay, you are my missing piece.can't you see it.i guess your heart did have me on it.
ReplyDeleteLove, Phoebe