The heart doesn’t always seek to release what gave it more reasons to create beats in tune with the love of what’s now past. Forced to save itself, it laid everything on the altar of the One who knew sacrifice and love greater than any form of creation. This act alone would either bury it for good or allow it to be restored and returned. No one but its healer, as well as creator, knew which was to come. The former bearer of the heart looked down the path and pressed on.