We should not treat the heart as some weak point. As a sign of vulnerability.
The heart is the most resilient muscle in the body, and I mean that literally and figuratively.
We should not imagine our hearts as delicate, glass things that shatter beyond repair. Our hearts heal, though the breaks leave scars.
If you have loved your heart has been broken, by loss, by distance, by death. That heartbreak has not killed you, though it may have felt like it at the time. It has left behind knots of scar tissue and memories and has brought you strength.
It has enabled you to love against great risk. To love, knowing that, someday, your heart will be broken again.
To love is not to be weak. It is to be courageous. To open yourself up to the inevitable heartbreak, even if it may be years down the line. Your heart will keep beating, and you will always be able to love.