Heart of Glass?

Who can pretend to know the capacity of the human heart? There are rooms inside, secret chambers, of which you know nothing. Doors whose existence you've denied will fly open when you least expect it. Windows you've held open forever will close of their own accord. In that vast space there is a wide, dry plain of loneliness and a deep well of forgiveness.

When you feel your heart will burst, it fiercely holds itself together.

How can you ever say you know another's heart? Have you fully explored all the dark, far flung corners of your own? One thing I feel to be true is so beautifully expressed in the words of Casey Haymes: "I believe in everything the heart can stand." Do you?