Nobody knows how fragile a crystal can be.
That is until there's a small crack on the surface.
Yet the beauty of the crystal remains.
Our hearts hurt and glow just like our emotions, especially when it comes to the joy and sadness of how we live our lives.
We are all born with a small crystal as a heart that reflexes our purity. Once we have sin it gets tainted black.
Only those who keep love ones close will keep the warm heart red. The glow of a baby smile is a great example. Nobody is born with a black heart. We grow to have one.
A heartbreak causes our hearts to crack and fall apart. Especially when you give that other person a way to hurt you by giving them a hold of that small light that brings you life.
Once a crystal is broken, then all we can do is try to fix the parts together.
Yet is the heart officially complete?
Is the beauty still the same??
The heart can be repair, but just like a paper, once its done, all you are left is with a crystal covered in cracks.
