You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it.
Nobody sees it.
Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack. Whatever you are doing, love yourself for doing it. Whatever you are feeling, love yourself for feeling it.