His heart was shattered into shards that stabbed his soul and made it bleed
Every day he tried to put one or two more pieces back together as best he could
And some days his heart broke more than he fixed it, yet overall
Living slowly got better, forever different, but better
Can’t fathom how it got there
Really? That seems rather convenient
And you are implying what?
Car windshields don’t develop large fractures like that on their own
Know-it-all! Why are you taking that tone with me?
Even you know the answer to that one
Details best left to the past. Can I borrow it again after you get it fixed?