Broken hearts, flitting mayflies

Do you know the life cycle of a mayfly? How it lives for just a day, born at dawn, dead the next?
How it needs to find a mate, a love, within those twenty-four hours?

While most find a mate in those sparse four and twenty hours, spare a thought for those that try and find none, the ones who are doomed to die with a broken heart and no hope.

Now think to those animals with a longer life span and those that belong to them who also die with no love and no hope.

Then focus on those around you, humans like yourself, who live and breathe and strive to be the best, who live for pure exhilaration.
Some of them die without a love, just like the mayflies do. Lived without love, bereft of any consolation from another.
Truly, life is sadistic when it turns on these people, worthy as any other, and leaves them without love.

Are they any more deserving than the mayflies are though?

We live much longer, we have many more oppurtunities than they. So are we really worthy of finding love in our long existance?
Do our hearts really need to be whole when we die?

No, because our hearts love to hold onto hope, hold onto something far greater than life itself.

A heart's missing piece can always be found again, no matter how long it's been lost.