My heart is made of paper. It has the names of the people i love scribbled on it, and the ones who have hurt me are scratched out. It is worn, the paper yellowed with age. It is incredibly fragile and easy to destroy. There are tears and rips that i tried to fix with tape, glue and anything else i could find. It has been ripped to shreds, crumpled, and burned. Yet i have managed to put the pieces back together every single time. My paper heart may be frail, it maybe on the brink of falling apart, but it holds character, spirit, and a strength that you see in few others. I am proud of my paper heart. Are you proud of yours?
