“Perhaps it is a gap, perhaps it is just a room in your heart you have not yet furnished,” Cooksie said, and as he spoke the heart pillow opened up into a little house, where an empty room appeared surrounded by a sparkly glow. “The heart does not have holes, per se, but rather absences, of what was once or what is yet to be,” Mr. Peanut broke in, “and those forces will not tear your heart apart.” “The heart is a muscle; it can grow,” Cooksie said, completing the thought. #45