When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other.

I wore your promise on my finger for one year
I'll wear your name on my heart til I die
Because you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

A heart can be shared.
Who decided that a 'broken heart' was a bad thing?

God's breath is like a fresh wind that renews us. Frail and weak as we are,we have hope. We find healing.

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?

We are fragile beings,yet we often act as though we couldn't be hurt,and as though we couldn't hurt other people.