Boo. Hoo. 

So what if your heart has been broken to a million and one pieces. You can still scoop the super tiny pieces, put them in a box and auction it to strangers. Who knows, someone might be crazy enough to buy them and try to put them back together again.

However perfect the heart is put together, glued, and hanged on the wall, you can still see the lines where each piece meets another. And of course, some pieces will be lost in transition thus leaving slivers of holes here and there.

It can never be perfect again. But then again, what is perfection to you? Or me? 

So, tell me. About compromise.