But hearts aren’t simply this fragile, are they. Made of quiet and unassuming tissues that will eventually steel themselves with time. Until they are guiding that unbreakable army of one. A Force now. On high. No longer delicate. With all others expected to remain soft and exposed. No risk. All wounds preventable.
But tenderness will never happen on a battlefield. I choose to be an open Safe Haven. To stay that. Injured or not. Exposed. Not protected. That is my place. In clear view. Reachable. Breakable.
I won’t ever just stop caring. Hearts simply aren’t that fragile.