There was a time when I was broken. My heart had been shattered in pieces because I gave it to a boy that I thought I could trust. However, I was wrong. Instead, he stepped on my heart like a mat and left without a hug. He left me in pieces and when I finally brushed them up, he came back to knock me down, repeatedly. Fed up, I wrapped my heart in bubble wrap, built a steel cage around it, pad locked it and threw away the key, hoping this would finally protect the most damaged part of me. I could no longer give it away with it locked up, but at least it would stop the hurt.

Then one day I was called to train the new guy at work. At our very first encounter I questioned him to death. I wanted to know everything about him all at once. I wanted a project that takes months in a span of just five hours. Despite my heart skipping beats, I never expected to fall asleep thinking about the guy from work every night and wake up the next morning in the same place where my thoughts left off. I never expected him to free my heart as quickly as he did.

His smile and his laugh cracked my shell. His sense of humor popped the bubble wrap. His intelligence and inner nerd took a crowbar to my heart’s fortress. His charm broke through the rest and his love sealed all the cracks. After giving up on the male species and locking my heart up, I never expected anyone to come in my life and steal my heart from its’ tomb. I do not want to even imagine how gray my world would be if my heart was still in shackles and he had not set it free. My greatest praise is that it was him who took my heart and gave me his in return. I’m still amazed at how he did this and he didn’t even need a key.