A heart can be many things in terms of love. I give you my heart and it may seem naive, exposing a delicate layer of my endearments as soft as your palm pressed to my face. I look at it as taking a chance, genuinely believing you are positively wonderful and wishing you find me mutually fantastic. It is the confidence that I can see only you ahead of me because you cause the edges of my peripherals to blur where no other bystander phases me. You magnificent, lucky person! I see every cute sunspot and every annoying mannerism, and along the way I've finally reached that point where I've stopped trying to change you. Really, I don't need to when I accept and love every bit of you. My heart has been delivered to you in fragments; hesitant at first, but joyously showered upon you over a year's time.
I apologize that my heart's original condition was meek, but it warmed up to you. You've helped me mature, but my heart loves you with the enthusiasm and happiness of a child still amazed by the world around it. Be gentle, be cautious, and handle with care. Those were my pleas.
I didn't realize how my heart would change. The first time our relationship was tested, my heart felt hollow to the touch with no substance. Fortunately the situation called for me to make a decision, and I chose to sympathize. My heart outstretched earnestly, missing the feelings of being whole. The months that followed we spent more time together than ever, and my heart was overjoyed by the company of constant contentment. I thought I'd seen the worst, but I was mistaken.
The words "you broke my heart" should never be taken lightly.
A person cannot utter such a thing without truly fathoming its depth.
Recently, we were tested once again and the truth was what set me in flames.
No it wasn't anger. Actually, my definition of a broken heart isn't translated in fire.
I stood still and all I could do was remember to breathe.
The intake of oxygen clung to my heart in an icy chill, freezing it solid.
With every word I felt my skin unraveling.
I felt tiny fragments of my heart chipping.
They fell and splintered my other organs, and blood drained.
....What I choked up were tears. Lots of them.
And then the emptiness settled in.
The wretched, agonizing pain of feeling a part of you is lost.
That is what heartbreak feels like....to me.
I apologize that my heart's original condition was meek, but it warmed up to you. You've helped me mature, but my heart loves you with the enthusiasm and happiness of a child still amazed by the world around it. Be gentle, be cautious, and handle with care. Those were my pleas.
I didn't realize how my heart would change. The first time our relationship was tested, my heart felt hollow to the touch with no substance. Fortunately the situation called for me to make a decision, and I chose to sympathize. My heart outstretched earnestly, missing the feelings of being whole. The months that followed we spent more time together than ever, and my heart was overjoyed by the company of constant contentment. I thought I'd seen the worst, but I was mistaken.
The words "you broke my heart" should never be taken lightly.
A person cannot utter such a thing without truly fathoming its depth.
Recently, we were tested once again and the truth was what set me in flames.
No it wasn't anger. Actually, my definition of a broken heart isn't translated in fire.
I stood still and all I could do was remember to breathe.
The intake of oxygen clung to my heart in an icy chill, freezing it solid.
With every word I felt my skin unraveling.
I felt tiny fragments of my heart chipping.
They fell and splintered my other organs, and blood drained.
....What I choked up were tears. Lots of them.
And then the emptiness settled in.
The wretched, agonizing pain of feeling a part of you is lost.
That is what heartbreak feels like....to me.
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