How easy it is to give your heart to a stranger and expect it to be safe and untouched. The very notion of it seems so screwed. You walk up to a person and whether they like it or not, thrust them with a responsibility that they might or might not be willing to handle. How can I then trust my self to find someone who will be careful? Someone who will ensure that my tiny little heart, with all it’s idiosyncrasies, will be taken care of until my last breath?
Perhaps I never will.
Then again, I might.
Little heart, I can only hope you stay safe.