The older I get, the more I understand broken-heartedness to be the human condition.
To be alive is to endure heartbreak after heartbreak, some petty, some bone-deep, some clean, some shattering. We are heartbroken by what we have done and by what we have left undone. We break and are broken in turn.
I will never ski.
The father I knew is gone.
My son is growing up.
There are no more rotary telephones.
If I have broken your heart, I am sorry; you have probably broken mine.
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