Fragments

What is broken but still functional?
The answer is simpler than you think, closer than you think. Take your hand and place it on the left side of your chest, feel the thumping, the beating, and you’ll have your answer.
It is my heart, broken but still pumping blood through my veins.
Keeping me alive while causing me insufferable amounts of pain.
Why, you ask? Because I chose to make it so. I chose to take the good things in my life and leave them behind. Why? Because they were not mine to be had, she was not mine to be had.
And as much as I wanted her, and I wanted her immensely, I could only have parts of her. Tiny little pieces of this beautiful soul that I would be allowed to call mine. If only for a time.
And I cherished them, more than I will ever be able to put into words. I was one of the very few that got to see them, to know them, to stretch my fingers out and touch them, to feel their warmth seep into me, to love them.