I found a broken heart on the beach today.
Not a metaphor but a real, heart-shaped stone, that looked like a piece was missing.
I always look for heart shaped stones or shells on my beach walks.
And it’s the imperfections that make them special. But this one was not about the imperfect shape. It was like it was tossed around and hit something so hard, that a piece broke off.
I picked it up and held it gently in my hand, running my fingers across this unique stone, and I thought about my own heart. A heart that’s been tossed around by life, shaped by the tide, and been broken.
By the pain of endings.
The sting of being let down.
The quiet hurt of expectations unmet.
Loving so deeply that a piece of your heart seems to leave an empty space where hope used to live. Leaving you holding the rest of yourself, trying to figure out if you’re still whole without that missing piece.
And now, here I am again…
At the start of something new.
A connection blooming.
Hope rising.
Butterflies stirring.
And I’m not afraid.
I’m not afraid because the possibility of something real is always worth the risk of breaking again.
That piece always grows back.
The scars become lessons and proof that you showed up, you loved, and you’re still here.
The emptiness becomes full.
And the heart grows bigger.
Love isn’t about expecting perfection.
It’s about being shaped, tested, tossed, tumbled, and even broken, and still being capable of holding beauty, of being held, of sharing special moments, and growing.
That broken heart on the beach?
It is a reminder that I will hold on to.
I didn’t walk away from it.
I didn’t toss it aside.
I picked it up.
I admired its shape.
I saw its story.
It didn’t make me sad. It made me hopeful.
To love better.
To hold tighter.
To appreciate more.
To try again.
And maybe this time…
The tide will carry it differently.
“A broken heart is not the end — it’s a beginning with new space to fill and new love to give.” – Patti Jewel
Just Keep Walking. Step with Love. Always forward.
