I watched as her heart dropped to the floor and shattered. The pieces of her broken heart were so small they could pass through the eye of a needle. Her tears ran down her face for so long I thought she would never be able to cry again. She was broken she had lost her heart and she could only feel the pain that remained. The only thing I was able to do was hold her in my arms until the pain melted away. We didn't say a word to each other, we both knew no words could fix it so we sat there in silence watching the hours go bye. Those silent hours were the most tender moments of both of our lives and eventually heart came back to her piece by piece and she was whole again.