Tiny pieces come to me every day
Still I wait
Things are falling into place
But so much time goes to waste
–Gotye/Puzzle With A Piece Missing
The human heart is a little bit like a puzzle for me. There’s a minimum amount of assembly required just to keep it beating. We all mostly have that part. Then there are extra pieces that you need for love, sex, friendship, romance. Faith. Hope. Trust. Most of us are missing some of the pieces. I think we are born with them all, but by the time we’re school age, we’ve already lost some of the pieces for trust and belief. Some of us have people who love us who can find the lost pieces and put them back into place.
Once the pieces are lost, it’s hard to find them again. Especially if the trust piece is gone. That piece takes a lot of others with it. Hope usually sticks to it. Faith, too.
You have to have both things– someone who loves you enough to put your heart together, and enough pieces to assemble.
No one ever really gets to have all of the pieces together at once.
Not for very long anyway.
If you’re very lucky, you’ll have someone in your life who not only finds every piece, but puts them all together for you.
It might hold together for a year or two.
Then life will happen, the pieces will fall back out, and some of them will be misplaced again.
It’s a lifelong process, finding and losing the pieces of your heart.
But if you ever have your heart whole, even for a short time, you’ll always know what it felt like to have your heart in one whole piece.
Lit up from within.