There is really only ever just this moment.

We may wed ourselves to a rosy imagined future, but our lease on life extends only to the here and now. Tomorrow isn’t ours; it belongs to no one, so how can we lose something we never had?

The past is gone, so we celebrate having lived it, having loved it. What a gift the happiness truly was–like a lullaby sung just for us.

I know of no cure for a broken heart, but I do know this: every moment we are permitted to exist is a miracle, each breath of air is a gift, the gentle breeze kissing our cheek is a consolation, and the radiant beauty of our world is an artistic masterpiece painted just for us.

I know of no cure for a broken heart, but a broken heart tends to hurt all the more when we dwell on a whispered past or mourn the loss of a future that was never ours.

I know of no cure for a broken heart, but my broken heart hurts a little less when I remember to unwrap the present that is my present, when I appreciate the gift that is this moment, and when I celebrate what I do have rather than lamenting what I don’t.

I know of no cure for a broken heart, but regarding heartache . . . a heart can’t ache if it didn’t feel something worth aching for, and gratitude for what was is better than bitterness for what wasn’t.

I have this moment and so do you, and that can be enough.