My heart is no longer with me, this may sound bad but to me this is wonderful. Someone is holding it close, caring for it like I could never do myself. They are slowly stitching my broken heart back together; it is bliss. I can feel again, as my heart begins to heal. I want them to look after my slowly healing heart, I pray that they never rip out the stitches they have used to mend it. My heart trusts them, therefore so do I.