Her heart was broken, into a million tiny little pieces, for she had loved,
and lost, again.
And then suddenly, she saw relationship from a different point of view,
and discovered that love can not be found or lost and that love is not what
she ever wanted
to begin with and suddenly her heart was no longer broken.
In fact it had never been broken. Her heart was her heart, beating reliably
without having to think about it,
and she was alive. Feeling all there was to feel.
Alive.