If there ever is a next guy, there are some things you need to know.
I've had bad.
I've had worse.
And I've also had damn near perfect. Hopefully, you'll fall somewhere different within the spectrum, somewhere I've never been loved before. I've been used, I've been abused, I've been loved and left, and I've loved and lost. I hope you understand that each adventure I allowed my heart to lead me on took me to dangerously beautiful places. There are bruises on my heart, scars even. It's been broken only to be fixed. It's been damaged only to be changed. My heart has been right, it's been wrong, and it's been confused beyond right and wrong into a gray area of hope and prayer. Just know that my heart is like a journal whose pages cannot be burned. The memories cannot be forgotten and no lobotomy can fry away all the feelings it's had.
