It's really quite a silly idea--the thought that your heart can miss a place, a person, or even a thing so much that it hurts. But when it's for things that you're really passionate about--things that you've let take a hold of a pice of your heart--I think it starts to make a little more sense.
Today, my heart physically aches for:
English pubs and streets
The rolling hills of Wales and England
And my niece that looks like Shirley Temple
Maybe it just goest to show that friends, food, family, and beautiful places are some of what really matters in life.
