We are scattered: but one

With each new relationship we give a piece of ourselves, naturally.

And with the ending of each encounter, a portion of our heart remains a part of the person exiting our lives.

Whether it is a friendship or a romantic love affair, we extend that piece.

Even when we meet a stranger, and share a smile, a laugh, a ride on the bus, we extend a tiny portion.

As relationships develop the pieces we share become bigger, or more numerous. Sometimes at the end we may feel we cannot offer any more pieces, that there is nothing left.

But just as removing dead blooms from a rose bush will allow the nutrients to be used elsewhere and spur new growth, shedding the dead pieces of our hearts will allow our hearts to grow, stretch.

And when we encounter someone new, we will find we do have enough to share.

Over our lifetimes we may directly share our hearts with hundreds, possibly thousands of people who will carry a pieces of us to their graves.

As when a piece of our heart is given, it will meld with the receivers heart, who will then share a piece of their newly formed heart, and in essence, share a piece of us with those they meet.

It would be interesting to see how far our hearts have scattered across the globe, as hearts mix and fuse, and spread, and mix and fuse and spread, constantly blending, constantly creating anew.

At the very end, it would seem, we all have one heart.