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I coated my heart in ice, but it shattered. I turned my heart to stone, but it crumbled. And when I knelt to retrieve the pieces, I was surprised to find you before me, your hand outstretched to take them. What could you possibly want with the tattered remains of my once-proud heart? With a hesitance that was not my own, I presented them to you and watched, awe-struck, as, with warm eyes and a gentle smile, you rebuilt my heart, piece by piece, not as one of ice or stone, but as a living, beating, loving heart.
So thrilled was I when you completed your task, that I snatched my mended heart from your hands and turned away to inspect it. When I returned to thank you, I was startled to see your beautiful heart had broken.
Horrified, I realized my mistake. You had wanted my heart when it was in disfigured shambles; you had tenderly and carefully pieced it together. It was yours now, it always have been. And I had no right or desire to take it back.
Exhilarated by the idea that my heart belonged in your capable hands, I knew what I had to do. Returning to your side with what I hoped was a reassuring smile, I gently took your hand and replaced my happy heart in your protective grasp, reaching for your broken one. You cradled my heart close to you as I did my best to undo the damage I had done.
When I finished, you hesitantly offered my heart back to me, making no move to reclaim your own. "It's yours." I whispered happily. "It always has been. I just wish I'd had the sense to give it to you before it was broken."
Your eyes lit up as you whispered back, "Fixing it was the easy part. It was watching it break in the first place that was difficult."
Tears of delight misted my eyes as you pulled me close, and I knew for certain that you had always been the keeper of my heart.