The road to hell is paved with good intentions
So the road to heaven must be paved with bittersweet selfishly heroic actions.
The road to heart break is paved with silence and distance.
Absence can only make the heart grow fonder but true absence is the absence of love itself.
The implication that the heart can grow from pain is ironic.
Only an injury can swell.
Only a broken heart could ever grow
Sticks and stones
Broken bone and cut flesh could never do justice to a heart break.
It is the formulation of your very character that arises from the ashes and shards of a shattered heart.
After all those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stone.
All our hearts are glass.
But boy do we love stones.
Like David and Goliath we sling the simplest deadly weapons we can at the ones we should love.
