Mosaics ~ N.H

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July 11th 8:36 a.m.

Hearts are hearts.

There are healed hearts, beaten and battered hearts, fragile hearts, unstable hearts, repaired hearts, hearts of souls; either way you abuse or love them, they are one in the same.

They all feel and function the same way.

Thats what Niall taught me.

Our close proximities and unapologetic way of love has my heart.

I trusted him more than anyone, more than myself even.

I love him.

I love him with all my heart.

All of my fragile heart, all of my unstable heart, all of my broken heart loves him.

Last night when neither of us could fall asleep, I was hit with the realization I loved him.

This lead me to tears and a confused by a sympathetic Niall. He knew me as a strong, sometimes even stubborn women, so seeing me breakdown was quite a surprise, and made him a bit confused when I was perfectly content seconds before.

He pulled me close and whispered sweet nothings in my ear until I had calmed down enough to confess to him I loved him.

This confused him even further, thus me explaining I was too broken to love someone of his vice.

I told him in between sobs, "I'm getting better, slowly. But I'm always going to be broken. Don't you understand that? If you break a glass vase and glue all the pieces back sure its still a vase, but the cracks remain. I fascinate you because of my cracks, and even if I love you and you love me you will always get cut on my broken glass, and thats- that's just not fair to you Niall."

He just shook his head softly, bringing me closer to his chest and whispered something I would never forget.

"Baby, mosaics are made from various colors and sizes of shattered, broken glass but are still seen as beautiful works of art. Sure the artist that constructed it may get hurt a little along the way but they will never stop creating the mosaic in fear of never seeing how beautiful it could be... and you, Noel Marie Scott with your broken heart and shattered metaphorical vase are the most beautiful work of art my heart has even known and I will never love anyone as beautifully broken and mosaic as you."

And you know what?

I believed him.

A/N ~ Hope you liked my little feel-good Niall story and know that each one of us are a little cracked, broken even- but that doesn't make us any less worthy of love or any less beautiful or special.

So this story is for you,

And me,

And all the broken people of the world; (and all of the past midnight goers)

Because we are one in the same.

Love,

Bee xx

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