clay_heart Fire&Roses There is no eloquent way to write this. So I will simply tell the truth. I found a clay heart today. I made it a few years ago for my boyfriend when out love was fresh and new. Red clay rolled into a tube and bent to form the outline of a heart. I found it today. It had cracks in it and dents all over. There was dirt smashed into the clay, but it was still a heart. Not as nice as it had been, but still whole still good. And I showed it to him, the boy I gave it to those years ago, and he looked at it and then at me and said, "Yeah, I saved it." Perhaps I read to much into it, maybe I'm taking a meaning from it that wasn't there, but that boy and me we've grown together we've loved together, fought together, cried together, he is my rock and I am his laughter. Our relationship isn't new and shiny any more. It's got cracks and dents, it's a bit dirty around the edges, but it's whole. 030825 ... . . 040824 ... endlessbeginnings I once had a clay heart but it was riddle with scars and rips; it was what my heart felt like after heart break. One day, it dropped and broke. I put it back together, and soon, I threw it away. I gave up on healing it and the theory it was suppose to bring to me. There was no point in keeping what was useless and pointless. 110918 what's it to you? who go blather from