What is a mere heartbreak, when you have a roof over your head, blankets to keep you warm and the choicest food to fill your belly.
So what if you feel the rain on your breast for a thousand years and more. What if the biting cold seeps through the skin and freezes your heart. And what if your heart becomes a hollow bottomless pit.
At least you won't hunger, or thirst or worry for the next day's meal.
So what if hearts break.
And let's face it. Hearts don't break. You can't break it with a hammer, smash them into pieces. No, hearts don't break. They just wither and waste.