You stare at the heart in your hand as it beats. But you don't understand. You don't understand that it beats for you. So you stare, trying to comprehend. Trying to understand why this thing in your hand is so fragile, so weak. The reason is that it has been ripped out, stomped on, and broken. Yet I simply try to repair it and keep moving. Because if I didn't keep moving, i'd be stuck. Stuck reliving the terrible memories i try to push aside. You look at the heart i've placed in your hands, starting to see all the damage you never knew was there. Now understanding the reason you see it now, is that I'm trusting you with my secrets. Trusting you with my past. Trusting you with my heart. Please, don't betray my trust. Please don't add another ache to the heart i have given you. Beacuse, I'm not sure how much i can take. Until it will be too late.