dear_

I am not something to be taken for granted.

I will not come to you wrapped up in pretty paper and a bow, just to have you rip it all off and leave me bare and alone like some toy that has come to bore you.

I may come in pretty packaging, but somewhere along the way, someone forgot to mark me with a stamp reading 'fragile'.

I've been tossed around; abandoned, bruised and broken.

What was inside is left in pieces.
Most people don't bother to open the box, so everything still looks fine from the outside.

But I can tell you that this smile only goes one way.

Luckily, there is someone who can put me back together.

They may have to do it piece by piece.

It may take years, a lifetime, or even forever.

But if they truly believe that it is worth it to put me back together then they can do it.

I believe, that if there are pieces missing they will find them. If there are bits that are broken they will fix them. And even if I fall apart over and over again, they will have the patience and the passion to put me back together again.

They love me enough to know that even if they can't clearly see what used to be inside, it's something wonderful.

And I love them for that.

♥