My "Other Half"

I am sure that you have heard many theories on love, but I have a little bit of a different one. People always say that when love “ends” their hearts break. I know it’s not meant literally, but I still think it is a rather outrageous statement. If our hearts broke once, I don’t think we would be able to love again. Even if you glue or tape your heart back together, the more you break it, the smaller the pieces are going to get until you can’t glue them together anymore. My theory on love is that God only gives us half of a heart. That’s right, half of a heart. I also think he makes our hearts in such a way that there is one person whose half-a-heart fits perfectly with ours, to make one complete and full heart.

So why do break-ups hurt so much? Well . . . even if our heart halves didn’t fit together perfectly, we still experienced what it was like to have the pieces of a whole heart . . . to “own” somebody’s half. To know the joy and love that comes from two people joining their heart halves together. And then, one day, somebody takes their half way. Suddenly you’re left with only half of a heart again. During your time together, you forgot what it was like to live with only half. When the other half is taken away you feel emptier. You only have half the love, half the joy. You may have lived all your life like this before, but after experiencing a whole, if not imperfect, heart . . . your life from before now seems so much more dull.

But just think! There is someone out there with their half-a-heart, and your hearts fit perfectly together. In their heart is all their love, all their feelings, their love for God, their respect for you, their goals, their dreams, their everything, waiting to be completed by you. Your love, your feelings, your goals and dreams. God made your hearts this way. It’s kind of like a puzzle. Some people are lucky and can put two pieces together on their first try. For others of us, it’s a lot more difficult. We have to go through the piles of pieces, trying a few out that just don’t quite fit, until we find it. The piece that the Maker made to fit perfectly. Sometimes it’s fun to do puzzles. It can be relaxing and leisurely. But when it takes a long time, it can become very frustrating.

For some of us, there isn’t that piece. It fell out of the box or got lost somewhere. But there are more than two pieces to a puzzle. I make 1,000 piece puzzles all the time. At first it’s sad and a little frustrating to have a complete puzzle minus that one missing piece. But it’s still beautiful. It’s still a masterpiece. That one “missing piece” doesn’t make the puzzle. It doesn’t even have to complete it, although we want it to.

I will say though, that for most of us there is the other piece. It may be lost in the pile of other pieces, but it’s there. And that other piece . . . it fits so perfectly with ours. Our heart halves were created by God to go so well together, that when our hearts are finally joined, it will be more magnificent, more spectacular, more fantastic than anything we have ever felt before, regardless of how many other heart halves we have tried to force-fit with ours. So instead of thinking that eventually someone will come along to glue your broken heart back together, think that eventually someone will come along who God made to perfectly and wholly complete your heart.