I’ve felt love at its peak and felt the force of love when it was crashing down around me. I’ve laughed in love’s face and cried when love spat me out into little pieces that I thought would never be whole again. I felt like heartbreak should have killed me. But it didn’t. I survived. Although my heart’s a little dented, I lived to tell the tale of heartbreak. Heartbreak became my haven. Heartbreak is my muse.