Getting Lucky
The heart was a fragile thing, easily broken and difficult to repair.
Trusting someone else not to break yours and holding their fragile organ in your hands seemed like a pretty fucking big risk to me. Which was why, at a young age when I watched my parents break each other’s hearts and neither of them ever really getting theirs repaired, I built Fort Knox-style walls around my own and never let anyone near it.
I was fine with taking risks. I loved it even. I lived for taking the chance and celebrating my success after, or figuring out why I failed that time and working tirelessly to make sure I would succeed the next time.