your heart is precious
I am damaged and broken and weird and imperfect. I’ve been hurt, in ways I probably will never fully understand. And because of that I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop. For you to leave me. For you to turn and say it’s just not working out.
But I want you to know that I will never hurt you. Your heart is precious to me. I take the responsibility of caring for it, for you, seriously. You can trust me. Always. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.
