paper heart

I fold it carefully. Mind you, I have always been extra cautious. Always. But, let's skip that. My eyes were gazing through it. Every aspect of it. I wonder whether I should keep it or barely keep it (give it to someone that deserves it). The fact that someone who deserves it came across my mind. None. What a nuisance. It's just that I could not keep this paper for a long time. Eventually, I'll end up tearing it all apart. Worst, I'll cry along with it.

this paper is my heart.

paper heart.