Chapter 3 - Home is where the heart is right?

People say home is where the heart is. I call bullshit because some hearts aren't meant to find their place , find a place they can call home. Hearts are meant to be broken and shatter like glass. Having a home where your heart belongs is like building as house made of glass. One wrong move and it's gone in a flash. You can't take your frustration out on the walls. Home makes you feel warm and cosy inside. Hell, just talking or thinking about it can bring a smile to your face. Home can't be a person so why should your heart be there? Hearts are delicate, you can only have one and if something happens and your heart breaks... then your doomed. No one wants a second hand heart. We hear about people adding into their will that they will donate their lungs , kidneys , heart and so on but that heart is used. It's a second hand heart , no one wants a broken second hand heart. Love is exactly the same. That heart is used, it might have been through the same thing as yours but it doesn't stop it from breaking down yours again and again and again till there is nothing there but a dark void where something once was. Just a mere memory of what used to be. I've grown up thinking this.