Please Handle Me With Care Because My Heart Is Fragile

Future lover, please handle me with care. As ironic as it may sound, I am strong, yet I am also fragile. I’ve had my heart broken so many times that I have stopped keeping track. I’ve cried buckets of tears, wrote endless poetries, drank bottles of beers.

I have been repeatedly lied to, cheated on, and deceived, and sometimes, I feel incapable of trusting my heart to anybody.

I have had my heart shattered into pieces. But don’t worry, I have glued and stitched them back together so well that you can barely see the marks and cracks from the previous tragedies.

This may all seem overwhelming to you. Most people expected me to break down after all of this. But I didn’t. Instead, I’ve used this to make me stronger and wiser — to build a sturdier and more concrete version of me.

So when I finally meet you, future lover, I won’t need you to complete me because I already am complete.

Future lover, please be brave enough to love me. My previous lovers were discouraged after hearing all of the battles and tragedies that I have fought and survived. Most of them already had one foot out the door when I was not even halfway through unfolding the rest of myself.

I carry a lot of baggage. I should have emphasized from the very beginning that I am not to be handled by the faint-hearted.

Please support me at times where it seems as if I don’t need anybody. Future lover, you see, I am a very independent woman. After years of being single, I have somewhat mastered the art of being alone.

You will find that I may not ask for your help most of the time. Don’t assume that you’re not needed. Don’t assume that I can deal with this easily on my own.

Instead, please show your support. Be there, even when I’m not asking you to be there. Make your presence known. I secretly want you to be there.

You give me butterflies. I just don’t want to show it too much so I won’t appear desperate or clingy.

Future lover, please… Show me how it feels to be chosen. All the people from my past have failed to choose me. I have always been their second choice, their last resort, their other woman, their almost, their what-if.

I need to know what it feels like to be someone’s first priority. I need to know what it is like to hear the words: “I will always choose you.”

Please hold me tight so I’ll know what it is like when someone finds it hard to let go of me. I want you to be scared to lose me. I want you to fear the idea of me leaving.

Lastly, future lover, please treat me and love me in a way that I deserve. Please make me feel the love that I am always willing to give. Show me how it feels to be loved unconditionally.

Choose me.