Hearts are so easily broken, the hurt can sever them like a knife cutting deep inside, penetrating the very foundations. They can be squashed and crushed to smitherines, bleeding all the life out of them like a niggling sore that won’t go away, but also they are very resistant. Just as easy as they are broken they can be mended, they can feel joy again, they can extrude love and happiness. A whole heart is the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle, the mecca of life, for we all have a heart, even the ones who display a tough exterior. We all bleed and we all feel pain together, but what makes us unique is our own individual journeys, our life stories. These are what make us who we are today.