your heart was like
fine china. fragile to
the touch, alluring and
valuable. so valuable.
I was the collector.
watched over it, carried
it in my hands and held
onto it as if it was
priceless. it still is.
sometimes, I'd have my
stumbles and minor
fumbles. no matter
what, I knew in my
right mind that I couldn't
drop it.
then it came. that
moment that I
dreaded for the
absolute longest.
I broke it.
shattered into a
million pieces, right
in front of me.
no amount of glue or
bondage could bring
it whole again.
funny thing is, as
broken as it was,
it still held value.
rather, it didn't see
the value in me
anymore.
I had no choice but
to repair it and
give it to another
collector who's
worthy of having
it.
you genuinely were
a rarity in eyes.
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