I learned that scar tissue is thrown together in a multitude of directions over the injured muscle. Up, down, right, left, diagonal at all degrees. Our muscles, in their original, immaculate form, stretch long in one direction as is needed by our body for motion. Our body rushes to action to fix us when we are hurt and haphazardly throws down scar tissue. Mobility is lessened.
I believe this must be the way with the heart, with love. Our body, our souls rush to fix us when we are heartbroken, and though the intention is great, and it perhaps leaves us in a functioning state, it is a mess. Motion is lost. It is hard to make right again.
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