broken pieces

A man once collected damaged porcelain dolls, they could have been cracked, missing paint, missing small pieces, or even missing limbs, but the man collected them just the same. He placed the small, damaged pieces on his shelf in his bedroom. It didn't matter to him where he found it. He could have been walking along the road and seen one missing a right arm on the sidewalk. He could have been in the woods on a trail, and found another piece with a cracked face. What was important was that the damage to each figurine made it more precious in the eyes of the man. He would cradle each piece like it was made of gold, and then he would take them home and reverently place them on the shelves.

It doesn't matter how damaged we are. Everyone is special. I've never been with anyone that couldn't be described as damaged in one way or another. That's because we're all damaged. We all have cracks, some of us are even missing pretty big pieces. What's important is to realize that despite the cracks, despite the missing paint, or missing limbs, that without those details we wouldn't be who we are. Don't expect someone to be perfect, don't be upset because the person you love may be broken. They'll love you all the more for loving them, cracks and all.