Achy Breaky Heart

Billy Ray Cyrus said it in a sentence, didn't he? "Don't break my heart, my achy breaky heart..." Not grammatically profound, but emotionally? He nailed it. When someone hurts your heart it's like they wind up their fist and punch it right through your guts to the other side. Only a gaping hole remains. Makes it hard to breathe. Hard to eat. Hard to sleep.

They don't just break your heart; they break your life. Illusions for the future shatter so precisely that they are ground to dust and carried away with the wind. But the memories stay. Oh yes, they stay. They haunt you in your dreams. They pinch your insides at bizarre times and tears sting your eyes. You can be driving, working, walking through a store. And like a sudden splurge of let's say...surprise stomach explosions...you have to run! You have to hide the trails of salty tears burning through your make-up.

That is why there is so much literature about love. Love gained. Love fought for. Love lost. Love that kills. Love is a major player in print. The power love has to build up, tear down, and work the holder like a marionette.

So many songs have captured snippets of it. Love hurts. Love bites. Love lifts you up. Blah, blah, blah. I relate love with the ridiculously popular cliche, "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." That's what love means to me. It makes you stronger because it always goes away. Hopefully, one day it'll take on a new meaning for me. But for now, I'm building my heart muscles like there's no tomorrow! Love bites.

One bonus, God said He's near the brokenhearted. I can't think of a negative there. I'm going to lean on that to get through another sad broken heart story.