Have you ever had something good happen? Something that healed you. Something that felt so right. So good. It felt like all your worries flown away?

And then have you ever had it ripped away. Your privacy breached. Your trust broken. A complete and total loss of not one but many things all at once?

Slipping through your fingers–no, splicing off at the hand?

Sometimes you think, perhaps I was never meant to have good things. Perhaps I was meant to be like this.

Best when broken.