Good job, you’ve taken a piece of my heart. I’m afraid such a deed as that can not be returned, apologized for, lent or borrowed, or taken back. So I shall warn you now: my heart is very fragile and what you now posses is placed on your trust to constantly care for, watch over, carry with you always, and hold very gently as if it were a newborn chick. Of all, either many or few, you carry one of many pieces. That one piece is essential and very important; if any case of it being dropped or broken, that one trigger will affect the whole heart and every little piece out there. If you think you qualify as one of those very rare and significant others in my life, then you try to test that theory by attempting to tug on those heartstrings. If you perchance manage to prove such a dedication, then I congratulate you sincerely. You have proven tasks that would otherwise make it near impossible for me to judge. There is one thing that I must ask of you, however; do not try to piece my heart together, because it would extremely difficult and painful to do so. Instead, guard it as if it were, if it isn’t already, the most precious treasure you have. Let others view it openly. It would be an insult any other way. Unless you choose it to be our secret, and that piece harbors a very shiny facet with a deep core. And with that, I say please, and I also thank you profusely. Taking a piece of my heart could have been a simple task to some, but not all. And it will take an entire, full lifetime to keep it safe and sound. So, really, I should be adding to that very first statement, best of luck. You may need it. But if you’re this far, you probably won’t. (;
I felt anxious, and I couldn’t keep him off my mind (trust me, it’s not what you think. read on…). I felt extremely jittery and as if I was shaking. Every time I saw him pass by in the hallways, my eyes followed him. I felt the need for explanation, and my eyes always strayed to seek him out in the crowd.
“The destruction of ignorance. She is the one to help us walk through the fire of knowledge, to know our darkness that we should not fear it but should be freed, for there is both chaos and order within us.”—The Sweet Far Thing , pg. 472 ;; Libba Bray