Once your heart is broken, it’s broken. Kind of like when you drop a vase and it shatters.. you can glue all of the pieces together, but it’s not the same. Every time you take that vase out to use it, you’re reminded of what happened. You can see the cracks, and you wish you could rewind the moment you dropped it. Our hearts are the same. Every time you try to love again, you can feel the damage from the past.