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I think of the heart as a never-ending puzzle…

a kind of puzzle in reverse.

where pieces of other people’s hearts can be added to ours…

and where pieces of our heart to others can be dispersed.

Every heart comes with a little mystery…

because as each day we grow 

exactly who we’ll share our pieces with…

is something we don’t know.

Love has the final decision on the pieces we choose to share…

deciding who I give a piece of my heart to…

and who gives me a piece of theirs.

When love works her magic, however, both sharers will admit….

somehow…the pieces shared between them…are a perfect fit.

And whether the wait to share a piece of our heart is short…

or if it takes a little longer….

when pieces are shared with love…

each heart grows a little stronger.

I wonder if that’s why when we lose someone we love…

oftentimes what happiness we find. 

is knowing they took a piece of our heart with them…

and left a piece of theirs behind.

Perhaps the most comfort we can take…

when someone we love departs….

is knowing a person never truly dies 

as long as we have a piece of their heart.