This Ain't a Song For...well, you know....

This morning on my way to work, I realized that I had a broken heart. (Don't call the ambulance--or a tow truck--I'm speaking metaphorically.) I was actually kind of surprised to discover this, because I wasn't really conscious of it the moment it was breaking.

I've gotten my heart broken before, in a weeping-and-rending-my-garments sort of way, but this isn't like that. It's like a little piece of my heart has died, and it won't come back. And somehow, knowing that it won't come back is almost comforting, because I know that that part of my heart, with all its memories and emotions, won't be tarnished by anything else that comes my way.