But, it's broken

I broke something. Something really important to me. Something that is irreplaceable. I broke it and I'm trying to fix it. How did I break it, you may ask? Well, I didn't treat it with enough care. I was foolish and didn't put it somewhere safe. I didn't cherish it like I should have, and now it's broken and I can never have the full thing again. I can never have what it was before. I can't have it because I was foolish.

I've been thinking a lot about the atonement. It covers broken things, right? Christ can fix anything. Can He fix this, too? Because I can't. No matter how I try to put the pieces together, I can't do it. My glue isn't strong enough, duct tape has failed me and I'm left with broken pieces. Should I just leave it? I can't do that. I need to fix it! I need to fix it! It's my fault it's broken. It means the world to me and I would be devastated to throw it away. Just fix it. Please.

The worst part is, part of what I broke, isn't even mine...