BROKEN HEART

Maybe a broken heart hurts for a reason.

Your heart, may function like your stomach.

You see a custard pie at the deli, it looks so good, and you order a slice. It tastes divine. Now you’re so in love with that custard pie and can't wait to experience it again.

Going home, 'with pie on your mind' you decide to take a blissful nap.

Suddenly you awake! You’re in terrible pain. It’s like there's a rat inside you trying to chew its way out. Standing up, you’re overwhelmed by the nausea. You run to the toilet and vomit so hard, not only do you puke the custard pie out, but nearly expel your intestines as well. Exhausted, you kneel before the porcelain altar and promise God, no matter how tempting, you'll never eat another slice of pie from that deli again.

I think our hearts may function like our stomachs. Like eating something good for you it reacts painfully to 'bad love' so you don't make the same mistake again, nor take back, the mistake who spurned you.

 When your heart hurts, 'listen', it may be trying to tell you something.