For every girl with a broken heart

For every girl with a broken heart, there’s always a boy with a scotch tape. Adhesive is nice but time will come when the paste would wear off and the roll of tape would be empty. Then the broken pieces of her heart would start falling again. What she really needs is a man who would lovingly take the time to gather the fragments, put them in a pot to melt and reshape it with his heart as the mold so it won’t fall into pieces again.