Wizard of Oz: As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don't know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.

Tin Woodsman: But I still want one.

- From The Wizard of OZ, 1939

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Is there such a thing as an unbreakable heart? Then it would be a heart no longer in its entirety. For a heart breaks, just as it mends itself whole again. But why go through this pain - a wound which will never pale in comparison to any physical injury? Why?

Love, and nothing more, of which nothing greater can be thought. Love because you love, which endures even the breaking of one's heart. Love because it is ecstasy, that no money can buy, no drug can replicate, no thing can replace. Love because you have found yourself in another, not losing oneself, but building something new. Love because it makes vast distances small when you hold someone in your being. Love because it makes nearness into oneness. Love because it is life's main ingredient, not an add-on or flavoring or seasoning. Love because it allows you to see not simply beyond someone's faults, but because it allows you to find joy even in those shortcomings. Love because you hate loving, even when it hurts, even if it has been shattered a dozen times before and even if you shatter it a thousand times still... Love.

Love. Because even if I may never receive your love, I have been made happy with simply loving you.