[In 1999], a man broke my heart into pieces. I tried to meld the pieces back together, but no matter how the rest of my world came together, my heart remained broken.
Finally, I offered my heart up to God, but He did not make it whole again. Instead, He took the pieces in His hand and crumbled them into even smaller pieces. Some pieces were the size of pebbles; some were as tiny as a dust particle. Then He placed the pile of heart gravel back in my hands.
"Your heart isn't meant for just one man," He said. "Your heart is meant for the world."
I looked closely at each particle of heart dust, and I realized that each one of those pieces is a whole heart, complete in itself. And each tiny heart is meant for a different person in my life. Some get a larger heart; some get a smaller heart. But each one gets a whole heart.
The size of the heart did not indicate the size of my love or the length of time I would love them; the size simply indicated the time they would spend with me in my life. The largest pieces go to my family, who remain with me my whole life. The tiniest heart dust particles go to strangers I smile at or briefly say hello to.
And when a large heart piece gets broken again, my tears turn each of the new pieces into whole hearts, and I gain more hearts to give away to more people.
Thus, I give my love to the world. One little heart at a time.
~ an excerpt from "Love, Like Dim Sum" by Lea Tesoro
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