If this was a car, it would be a junker. Ready to be scrapped. It’s little. And it’s broken. But it’s good. Well, I think so. I hope so.
My Beautiful Mistress:
Close your eyes and hold out your hands. I want to give you something.
Now, before you look I need to tell you a few things.
This is old and kind of beat up. If this was a car, in fact, it would be a junker. Ready to be scrapped. It’s little, and broken. But still good. Yeah; still good.
Well, I think so. I hope so.
I want you to have it.
I know you could have any one of these you want. I know there are thousands — millions — better than this one.
I hope you’ll choose mine.
You can look now:
It’s my heart.
It’s nothing special — it’s old and beaten up and scarred. It’s damaged goods. You won’t be able to show it off to any of your friends. I wish you could, but I’m sure you’d be embarrassed to.
Here’s the thing, though — it’s the only one I have. But I still want to give it to you.
It’s not just the only one I have. It’s the only one I will ever have.
I wish I’d known that a long time ago. If I had, I would have done a lot of things differently.
So what I have to offer you is less than it could be. But it’s still the best I have.
Sorry about the dust. I’ve had it hidden away for a long time. I was afraid somebody would steal it or break it more.
Doing this is scary. You’re holding something fragile. You could destroy it easily; you could break it even if you just dropped it or put it down somewhere and forgot about it.
But I trust you. Besides, it’s better to give something to someone who knows how to use it and take care of it than it is to just stash it away and let it go to waste.
I hope you can take better care of it than I have. Maybe it will get better as you clean it up and nurture it, just like a neglected puppy. Maybe you can get it to grow. You’re good at that sort of thing.
Thank you for giving my heart a home.