To whomever this may concern [A.K.A, The one in possession of my heart],
I'd like to give you some tips, give you some advice. I'd like to guide you through the care of something ever so fragile that I've trusted you with. I want to know you truly love me for whom and what I am, that you aren't just a fake. I need you to make a promise you won't break. Because by breaking that promise, you'd also be breaking my heart.
First off, I'd like for you to love that vital little organ that is now in your care as much as you can every day. I want you to make sure it feels loved and say. You need to talk to it often; never ignore it. You need to keep your promises and give away hugs when it's sad. Don't let it cry, that'd be the worst thing. If I can see you are hurting it, I may just snatch it away, because maybe you don't want it anymore. And if you still do, well, too bad, because that poor thing is in pain and you didn't show you cared.
Now I am wondering if you realize that my heart is the reason I'm me. I wonder if you realize that everything you do to my heart, you are doing to me. Everything my heart wants, I want, and vice versa. So, by loving my heart, you are loving me. Are you aware of that? Do you care? Maybe you don't love me or my heart. Maybe I'm ok with that. On the other hand, maybe I'm not. You probably don't realize this fully, but I love you with every blood cell in me, every one that has ever pumped through my heart. I love you more than there are stars in the sky--though that may sound so cliché, but it's true.
Sadly, my poor little heart doesn't realize what's wrong with what it's doing. It doesn't want to listen to the rest of me, which is trying to tell it to stop and think. My heart is on its own path. It wants things it just can't have. It loves and loves no matter how much love it doesn't get in return. And slowly--ever so slowly,--it dies. Every day it dies a little more, but I keep smiling and living normally, laughing at every chance I get. I don't want anyone to see how much my heart is abusing it by loving you and everyone else. Especially you though. Because it's you my heart wants the most. It's you that doesn't seem to want it back. Do you see the same problem I'm seeing here? Or maybe you are just sending the wrong signals and you really do care. That'd be a shock to me for sure.
So now, to end this, I want you to promise to love me, and my little heart. No matter what, we will always love you, so there is no point in ever trying to get rid of us. At least you know that there will always be someone waiting for you when everything goes wrong? Does that make you feel better? I sure hope so, or I may possibly be waiting forever for someone who will never come. I will always be there for you, even if you won't always be there for me.
Take your time, love me if you want. I'm just a girl, right? So what if you go days without talking to me, ignore me when I miss you the most, or even just answer me with one word, one simple, shrouded word that makes no sense to me? One word that may seem okay to you, but to me it's like a stab in the back, the knife slowly being twisted more every time you don't answer me or leave me hanging in the darkness. Eventually, that knife wears me away and all I want to do is cry, cry, and cry some more. It wears me away every second you pay no mind to me. And soon enough, I may not be able to take it anymore.
Now that I've told you what you need to know, like an owner's manual in a way, but more detailed and less detailed in the parts that really matter, I guess I can go, even though I didn't really tell you anything but what you can do to hurt me. With that, I'm trusting you to care for me. Care for my heart. There is only one of each; destroy one, you won't get a replacement, and even better, the other one dies too! Isn't that just great? Now I hope you don't want that to happen. I hope you are prepared to do everything you can to make everything better. Because that's all we need. For things to get better. Promise me you will try, and remember, I'll always be waiting.
With all my love,
Me. [A.K.A. The previous owner]