Our hearts, the treacherous bastards that they are, lead us on wild goose chases that more often than not bring us nothing but pain and heartache; the beauty, however, lies in the ability to make our way out of the dizzying and maddening love maze, with at least a little bit of dignity still clinging precariously to the remnants of our pride, and to try again and again, without guile and deceit, to face every new prospect with honesty, truth and genuinity.
Thus, gather up the scattered and tattered pieces of your broken heart, whether it has been ripped apart by love lost or other tragic life experiences, patiently and carefully sew the splintered fractures back together and secure the embroidered mass back into your chest, but not too tightly, so that it may be given once again when the right opportunity arises.
