When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound. When a window shatters or a leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall, it makes a noise. But as for your heart, when that breaks it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. But it’s silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain. If there is a noise, it’s internal. It screams and no one can hear it but you. It screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. It thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea. It roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken. That’s what it looks like and that’s what it sounds like; a thrashing, panicking trapped great, big beast roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions. But that’s the thing about love: No one is untouchable.