I'm tired of hearing the pleas, the excuses, the "it wasn't you"'s. It happens time and time again, and I'm so sick of it. And no matter how much you tell others, or how much you tell yourself that it won't affect you, it will. Your future will hold skepticism and distrust, and that feeling of uncertainty when someone bares all and confesses their feelings for you. It's not a person I'd want to be, rather I don't, and I haven't. But I can feel myself getting there. To a point where I'd rather lose the opportunity than lose my heart again. Too often is it put back in place only to be ripped out again.
I'd like for it to be sewn in one day. Stapled shut. Never to be disturbed again. Is that too much to ask?