I gave him my heart.
He was my hero.
But he took my heart, and smashed it.
It was stepped on, stomped on, and run over.
My heart was in pieces.
But then I met you.
You helped me pick up those pieces.
You helped me patch my heart back up.
But there was a piece missing.
The piece that I had hoped you would never find.
The piece that helped me fall in love.
I kept it hidden, far away, so you wouldn't find it.
I knew the second it was there, I would give you my heart.
I couldn't trust anyone with my heart.
Not then.
But somehow, you found it.
You found it at the worst possible time.
My heart was in pieces, but patched together.
I thought you were going to die.
So I did the logical thing.
I gave you a piece of my heart.
And then I thought that you were dead.
My heart was slowly breaking back into pieces.
And it turned out you weren't dead.
So I did the logical thing.
I gave you another piece of my heart.
You had no clue that you were holding those pieces in your hands, that you were affecting me.
And then, when it was certain that you were going to die, I gave you a few more pieces of my heart.
And then you lived.
And that day, we gave each other our hearts.
Mine was patched and torn, in pieces, but you didn't mind.
You took mine willingly, and I took yours willingly.
I guarded your heart with my life.
And then you disappeared.
And my heart was once again battered, but I still held your heart.
And we found you.
My heart leaped together, and it was whole once again.
And I trusted you with all the pieces of my heart.
My heart is still in pieces, it's still battered and bruised, and it still has patches.
But the pieces of my heart are in good hands.
Yours.
Author's Note!
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