Sometimes we need to break habits.  And sometimes to break habits, we must break hearts.  And sometimes the heart we must break is our own.

With even pressure and a careful toss, we can break it in such a way that it isn't irreparable.  But it still hurts.  It hurts worse than when someone else does it.

I do believe you can die of heartbreak, but I think in order for that to occur, you must be willing to die of heartbreak.  I am not.  I'd rather pick up the splinters.  Because a healed heart, like a bone, is stronger than before.


hannahjustbreathe said...

WOW. I want to know more.

Catherine said...

WOW. I don't need to know more, as we're such strangers (but of course I want to know).

Whatever is going on, I am sending so many hugs your way out West.

Dorothy said...

Thanks, ladies.