The broken hearted me................

I've never been one of those people to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them back together again. I ve always told myself that whats mended , no matter how good the job was , is not the same. The mended whole will never be as good as new.

Whats broken is broken.

I'd rather remember it for what it was than to live with the broken pieces being obvious for the rest of my life.

 

Am I making any sense ?