Auguste Rodin, Lovers Deep, deep peace and rest now. Longing. Melancholy. Tenderness. Grief. Loss. Beauty. Unity. Solitude. A universe so full of pain and gratitude. There is never one without the other. If you want to experience all of it, you have to let it touch you. Touch you so deeply it burns. A broken heart is an open heart. While we are vulnerable, we are naked as one. Everything I ever loved and lost is part of me. It’s woven through the fabric of my being; blanketed