Everything is beautifully broken.
Words, hearts, dreams.
Everyone has a purpose, even the unjust.
Life is a series of puzzles, sometimes the pieces are missing and you have to search.
My search is over, I have found my missing piece, the one piece to complete the picture that I've been working on for years.
It took pain, loss, tears, courage, and hope to find but it turned up in an unlikely place.
Out of fear, in my own hell, I found the piece that made the whole.
The love that I have found was worth the risk, the jump was worth the fall,
the fall was worth the scars, because in the end a beautifully broken heart became a shining star again.