dear heart,

i'm really sorry, i did it again. i fell for another boy. but this one was different. he wasn't the most handsome or the smartest or even the most kind but he treated me like i was special. he loved me too i think, but i mucked it up.

you remember what it felt like? to have him call you to hear your voice, to tell you how pretty you were, take care of all of your problems, and still give you the bed while he slept on the floor. remember what it felt like to be that person? so special. like you mattered, like he could really see you and that he wanted to know you. he even let his heart come out and meet you and stay with us for a while.

i was really happy. i know you were too. i guess i thought it would last or that i let myself belive that i was that special. and i mucked it up for you. i wanted to give you to him but i was scared and then i was too late. i'm so sorry. it's my fault you're broken.

i know you think about him all the time. i tried writing him letters for you and i tried calling him. but he doesn't want to see me. it's my fault. i'm so sorry i broke you. i never meant for that to happen. and i know you hurt. i know you cry. i know that you miss him a lot. more than anything, i wish i could make you better but i can't. i'm so sorry.

someday, when the pain goes away and the edges aren't so sharp, i'll pick up your broken pieces and put you back together. i promise i won't break you again. i'll be so careful. so please stop hurting. please?

me