Whole.

It’s spring in New England and there are potholes. Like, oh-my-gosh-I’m-going-to-loose-my-car-in-one-of-these potholes. The solution for this is to simply patch them. So, dark, serrated lumps— attempted patches— scar the streets. But, this isn’t long term healing. When winter comes again their seams will form new holes.

Relationships are like this. Sometimes in winter, hearts break. But don’t reach for a patch. Because patches sit like scars on your soul— dark and rough. And where their seams meet your skin they will make new holes.

So forgive, my friend. Rip up the road and pave anew. It will make you whole.