Sometimes I am amazed by our hearts like holy grails, emptied and refilling against science and reason. Crying crumpled in a bathroom full of strangers and later planning 30 new adventures, cracked and leaking at the sight of a blanket bought out of the back of a truck but stretching to find room for new friends made in the late nights. All that time surrounded by laughter that coats your bones like a forcefield, strong and warm and heavy in the hands. All of this serendipity and these warm soft adventures, the jokes and the babies and the flowers and the long walks home.
If this is all, this would maybe be enough. This is more than most are allowed. I have to keep remembering that.
After all, it's only parts of my heart that are broken.