When I gave you my heart you were so gentle with it, knowing it has broke before and constantly reminding yourself of how fragile it really is.
Right now I'm just afraid that if you decide that you no longer desire it but wish to abandon on the road somewhere, that you are again going to be so careful with my heart that I am not even going to know you have thrown it away until it is too late.
xx 12:17 a.m.