Tout Le Monde,

You know some women's heart is like burried treasure.  Especially one that's scorned hides it in the depths of her soul, locks it up, and usually throws away the key for a very long time.

I, have several hearts in a jar in fact made out of glass.  In fact I give them out left and right.  Broken, lost, trashed, gone, and sometimes never given back, but I still my jars have full.

My problem isn't handing out my heart to people, by all means no.  I'd give them left and right and will continue to for the rest of my days.  The problem is that I locked them away and threw away the key.  Left the hearts to collect dust and not move, not budge.  I'm at a stand still.

I know that somewhere the keys floating around.  I can see someone who has it. 

           Someone that I can watch sleep late at night, use his promises to hold me tight.  My Soulmate, my counterpart.  The one with the key to my heart.  Mr. Amazing, that one who'd always take my breath away.  The one I'd thank God for everyday.  That man who's willing to go that extra mile.  My Lover, my Life, the Reason that makes me smile.

So here I stand, my heart alone.  And I'm cool with that. As long as I keep a stiff upper lip and keep close to myself I avoid all the potential bullshit.  All the lost hearts, souls, baby pleases and sorry-s.  No more lost, stolen, dumped, trashed, broken, left to dust hearts.  Factory closed due to Me. And I believe that no one can make me break.

I Love You All