I think my heart had to be broken. It was necessary to be reduced to pieces and fragments so that I may truly understand all of me. I had to put it all back together in the ways that felt right. But in doing so, and unbeknownst to me, I was building the heart you were waiting for.
I fear one day my heart will turn cold, but I also almost wish I wasn't this way ... I'm always giving, giving, giving, getting nothing in return, usually. Its really draining. But I'll continue to give, and give, and give ... I wont let the fact that I'm draining be the reason I turn cold.