Your heart is not a piece of art, to be kept in a glass house of a museum, only to be looked at and admired from a distance, never to be touched. It is not a sacred memento in a pedestal, guarded by knights, day and night, not open for public consumption.
Your heart is your favourite pair of sneakers, worn everywhere, anywhere, taking you to adventures of life. It is your go-to jammies, soft and comfortable despite constant wear.
Your heart is rubber, able to stretch in all sorts of direction its being pulled at. It may take a pounding but it will not crack, it will just absorb and take the pain.
Your heart will never be broken, it will bend and if tears appear, mend over time.