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You know those broken hearts, the ones that have been slowly getting better, but still hurt. like mine. like a song on the radio that you understand so well that its like a slap in the face and your heart bleeds a little bit more. Right when you thought you were on the brink of recovery... the recovery that looked so impossible through tears and mountains of memories that popped up everywhere just a few months before. When your heart was in four million little pieces, when everything you thought was real, everything you trusted (or tricked yourself into believing) was gone in an instant and you cant go back. Maybe now your hearts only in a few pieces, the hurt isnt a constant pain, but its still there. Youre heart has these pieces missing that youll never get back . But youve built walls to protect it... maybe someday someone will come along with thier little jackhammer, tear down your walls, and blow you away. Those little pieces of your heart will always be gone, but that person will take your broken heart and hold it gently and make sure it doesnt get broken again, because if it does itll be worse. and youll keep losing pieces of yourself until there isnt that much left. someone who comes along and sees you for who you are and is willing to compete with the walls and the memories of a broken heart, to get to you, is a brave person, and they just might be worth letting in.Youll always be scared, but not all guys are going to hurt you... you just have to be careful...

-Monika