Hearts are such delicate things that we protect like a fragile rose. Once broken we encase it allowing access to very few. And yet those few creep in when you are most unaware and become such an integral part of your life that you cannot imagine a future without them. The slight of word can make those fragiles petals bleed and then we hide it away showing a facade that smiles at everyone. But alone we bleed and yearn for what could be. Very few will ever see past that front but once they do you hope they will protect that softness as well as you yourself do.
Those of you that know me that well know who you are and i salute you with all that i am. Much love to you all .
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