A heart has never meant more to me than it has in the last twelve months.
8 months ago a heart became something that could betray me suddenly. A heart became something that could stop without notice in one body and thus break hearts in countless others. A heart was a cruel organism that could betray its owner, cause suffering and continue breaking long after it seemed possible. A heart could ache and it seemed a heart could not heal.
5 months ago a heart became something that could be exchanged. A heart may have stopped working in one body, but the heart could be given to another to create life. The heart conflicted me. The heart could cause rejoicing in one life and suffering in another. It seemed so bittersweet, the heart.
4 months ago a heart became something that could be created. A heart could be grown from a single cell. A heart became a cause to rejoice without the pain of loss. A heart became not just a sign of suffering or a sign of conflict but instead of pure joy. Finally a heart became peaceful.
Today a heart means complexity. Sometimes it means joy, or guilt, or pain, or happiness. Sometimes the heart means calm, restfulness and sometimes it means chaos. A heart means life. Not solely in the essence of being alive but instead the idea that life encompasses all emotions, ones that are categorically "good" and "bad" and all of the grey areas in between.
All of these things combined mean love. A heart is neither pained or prosperous without love.
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