I think there is this misconception out there in the world that we start out with a whole heart....I don't buy it.
It goes against what everyone has ever said to me about being in love....this idea that two become one.
So maybe its not that two become one, but rather that we are never whole to begin with.
And ever so occassionally we can meet that rare bird who can mend us with a bit of string.
And maybe those moments are fleeting.
And maybe that's why it hurts so bad when we separate from people- even when they are no good for us.
Because ultimately each of us walks around with half a heart, waiting to be mended.