I'm remembering my grandmother's antique crystal vase... the one I accidentally broke that summer. I used SuperGlue to try to fix it, alone, hands shaking, vision blurred by my tears. It was shattered into a million pieces that I desperately tried to puzzle back together. It took me hours of painstaking labor to fit each jagged and broken shard into a vase-shaped mosaic that could pass for what it once was. No one ever knew. Or, at least, no one ever commented. I knew. And I knew it was never the same. But what I realize now is that it became something even more special, more precious. The light filled it and reflected from it differently. The glue and the fissures and the grotesque, broken pieces that left spaces peeking through made it shine and glow in unique ways. Now it held the energy of anguish and fear, but it was still radiant. It was touched by secrets and a story of survival. This is what my heart is now. A pieced-together, mended treasure. Perhaps you didn't mean to break my heart. Or, perhaps you did. But it remains beautiful and graceful. And it remains love.