A Brewer man, who asked to remain anonymous, dropped off his broken heart for repair at a local shop (which shall remain nameless because they threatened to sue me if I mentioned the name), and when he returned to pick it up this evening, was told that the store had misplaced it.
The proprietors not only refused to refund the customer’s deposit, but they also would not provide him with a replacement heart!
“I’m thinking deeply on this, and I’m finding it very difficult to comprehend,” the clearly weakened man wheezed to this Modern Philosopher. “How does a business lose a vital human organ? I thought everything was computerized these days. Did The Machines have something to do with this?”
As paramedics attended to the distraught and extremely pale customer, I questioned his friends for the back story. “It all happened so suddenly,” Dave volunteered. “He was madly in love for over two years, and the day after Valentine’s Day, she blindsided him with the news that it was over.”
“We rushed him and the heart right over here,” continued Toni, a second friend who was on the verge of tears. “He was so positive. He kept telling us that if he could just get the heart repaired, he would take care of patching up the relationship. He’s a hopeless romantic and truly loves her.”
No word yet on the exact whereabouts of the woman who did the breaking, but I have been told that she is out of town at school, and that the distance might have been a primary cause of the fracture.
One shop employee was willing to speak to me off the record. “That heart has been broken at least twice previously,” she whispered as we spoke out of her employer’s line of sight. “Serious damage that we had to work miracles to fix. Truth be told, I don’t think we would’ve been able to put it back together this time. It might end up being a good thing that we can’t find it.”
At that, the insurance investigator entered the store. Apparently, the heart was well insured, and a new one would be provided by the insurance if everything was kosher.
When I asked the man without a heart about the insurance policy, he told me he knew nothing about it. After a quick chat with the insurance investigator, I learned that the policy had been taken out by the elusive heartbreaker. “It was like she knew there was a chance she would hurt him,” the investigator theorized, “so she took out the policy to protect him from her. Very romantic in an ironic way.”
That it is. The poor man was rushed to Eastern Maine Medical Center, and I am told that a replacement heart is already on the way. Let’s just keep our fingers crossed that this story ends happily ever after.
What do you think, Modern Philosophers? Why do fools fall in love? Why would someone who tells you she’ll love you forever go and break your heart? How can someone possibly heart another who makes them so happy?
I look forward to your feedback on this one. It’s been a rough day at The House on the Hill, and this Modern Philosopher could use a few smiles…
Having had my heart broken a few times, I still don’t know. But we do.
I completely understand. Trust me…
Utterly horrible news. But I have to dispute what the shop says about repair. All hearts come with a lifetime guarantee from the manufacturer so if they are claiming that they can’t fix it, then they must not be a factory-certified repair shop. Maybe it’s a good thing it was lost, as I have doubts on their ability to do a proper repair-perhaps their poor repair work on previous breaks is what’s responsible for the heart being weak and predisposed to re-breaking. Also good to know the insurance is honoring for replacement value; he’ll have a stronger, wiser, new heart. Good men are hard to find so we wouldn’t want this fellow off the market for long.
Yeah, he deserves to find love again. I think he really hopes he can convince the heartbreaker to love him again even though all his friends think that’s ridiculous. They don’t understand how much he loves her and the sacrifices she made for him…
Everyone deserves love, fo-sure. I’m sure it’s hard for his friends to see him hurt. I suppose they’re only trying to protect him with their advice. I wish him peace and clear thinking from his new heart as he works through this ordeal.
I’ll pass that on to him. I’m sure he would want me to thank you…
One last thought, be sure to tell him not to worry about leaning on his friends, they care about him and are there to support him whatever his new heart decides.
I don’t think his friends get why he is so upset. They want to think of the heartbreaker as evil when she really isn’t. Only he seems to get that.
That’s tough. If they’re really good friends he might listen ’cause of that love-blindness thing; casual acquaintances, I would not listen to. Anyone saying Heartbreaker is evil should mostly be ignored – just my opinion that no one but Heartbroken can make that call. Ultimately, it’s his life, his journey, and only he knows what’s between himself and the heartbreaker.
Amen. I was just in contact with the elusive heartbreaker from the story, and when I told her about the piece, she wept and said it was very romantic. Who knows? Maybe there’s hope for him yet…
One last last thing, maybe he could start a blog where lots of distant friends would read his thoughts, grow to like him, wish him well, and offer support and even hugs when he’s down.
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Well, I like to be the only blog in town. That’s why I was willing to write his story for him, you know?
Couldn’t they just superglue the damn thing? Or, my SO is from Kentucky and they use duct tape to patch up almost anything. Can’t see why it wouldn’t work on a heart? And, if you need a smile, you can use Elmers glue to achieve that goal also. Just takes two people, one to pull your lips into a smile and that other one to glue them that way.
Ha! Good one…
Funny, I wrote about marriage for tomorrow’s post. Maybe we fall in love-slash-try so hard because we just can’t stand not understanding something. So we go head-first into This Thing Called Love even though we don’t understand it, in an attempt to get a grip on it. In the hopes of answering the age-old questions that we have ALL asked ourselves at one point or another.
A great movie to aid in a pick-me-up and offer a perspective on love: Little Manhattan.
I might have to investigate and pass on this information to the anonymous man in the blog post. Thank you.
We love because we love love, love. So say Of Monsters and Men, at least. Damn good song, that.
I’ll listen to it for answers…
No real answers there, just a good sad song. Healing from a broken heart is a very long process…
I feel bad then for the man in my story. I hope he isn’t in pain for too long. He seemed like a really great guy…
Because love is a choice, not a feeling. And some people find its easier to not choose love if they think it may involve climbing a mountain. The trick is to find someone who chooses to love you and doesn’t just feel in love with you.
Hmmmm….very interesting. Deep Thoughts for reflection on a snowy day…
And I really wanted to be my normal smart-ass self in the comments too. Damn my need to counsel and console….
Well, I’m sure the man in the post will appreciate your kind comments. He told me he would follow the blog and read what you guys had to say.
=)
The woman in question can only break the heart of the man in question if he gives her permission to do so. That said, with his heart so terribly in disrepair it is useful to know that he has the power to glue back the pieces of his heart himself (with help from valued friends and family) and get on with his life. True love finds us when we least expect it and often in a way we may not be anticipating. Until then, it is up to us to prepare for that true love by mindfully healing our hearts and minds and spirits in preparation for that moment. … As one who has been down that road I know of which I speak …
That is excellent advice. I’ll pass it along to the man in the article…
Another heart can be found. Sure, it’s not the same. You may never get over the loss of your first one. But another one can certainly be found out there. Sometimes it just takes a bit of patience, luck and timing.
And it helps if the insurance company provides it for you….
hahaha! every little bit helps
This is why I believe it is very dangerous to fall in love with a stripper, regardless of what the song says.
Hardy har.
“The wound is the place where Light enters you”
~Rumi
Awww..that is very deep coming from someone who is pictured talking to pigs. Unless, of course, Rumi is that pig you’re talking to there…then I’m super impressed!