When someone steals your heart, you really don’t want the portion they stole back. What you want is for them to keep it safe. You really don’t want them to stomp on it or torture it, and you really, really don’t want them to kill it by killing themselves (wholly or bit-by-bit). When someone steals a bit of your heart you want the best for them. You want them to be happy and to live a long time.
When someone steals a bit of your heart they steal a bit of your soul, too. They may not want to, or even try to, or even know they did, but they do. It’s not easy to live with a bit your heart and soul possessed by someone else. You hate it when they hurt – you can feel that hurt and there’s nothing you can do. You want the best for them and when they don’t choose that, a bit of your heart and soul you retain dies.
When someone owns a bit of your heart and soul, there’s absolutely nothing you can do to keep them safe – those bits aren’t yours anymore. You really have to trust that other someone to keep your heart and soul alive.
The thing is, once you let someone steal a bit of your heart (and soul) you can’t exactly turn the love you have for them off. It just doesn’t work that way.
