Like the Vase

I remember hurting him and I remember him hurting me. See, I don't think anyone who fell in love with someone it didn't work out with ever really gets over it. I don't think we ever forget the heartache it caused in the end either. But I do believe that we won't remember the exact pain, possibly a fraction of it or maybe just the knowledge that we once were hurt. I also believe we move on if we don't continue to go back to the place that brought the pain. I like to think of our hearts like vases, easily broken but with enough time and patience can be pieced back together. Maybe not exactly as it was before but just as useful.