My poor heart
This is one word that I can describe about my heart. Well I try very hard to make it bullet-proof. It seems working fine until that day. Just slightest hope my dear heart is melting again. =.=
All those memories come back to me. I don't want the same thing to happen again. The wound that my heart get still fresh and it just stop bleeding. I don't want it to bleed again. My dear heart just stop. Stop with all your hope. I know you are just being naive and all. I'll make another shell to protect you that proof with everything. Just stop hoping and just continue with your life.