My Love,
I will rip my chest, so you can see my heart.
Can you hear it's beat, and the gushed of blood?
Hold it, please hold it well.
For it has been broken for how many times,
I can't tell.
See the scars?
Twas there, intact.
The marks are present.
Since when, I don't know.
I know you are wondering why there are skipped beats.
I am questioning myself as well.
If how it survived?
I can't answer that too.
Be careful.
Yes, please handle it with care.
Oh! I forgot to tell.
Those pieces on the floor?
Yes, those are proofs that it was shattered for sometime.
Thus, grasp it with both hands.
I don't want another part to fall.
No, not again.
I am almost fading.
Don't fail me.
I am putting all my trust in you.
Keep it.
Nurture it.
Preserve it.
...........UNTIL IT BEATS NO MORE.
