Remember the first time you fell in love? Remember how young and naive you were? How new and exciting it was? How you thought it was never ending? But finally when it did end, the pain it brought was terrible, unbearable. Heartbroken. You thought you’d never love another. But then someone else comes around and wants to do nothing but mend and take care of that broken heart of your’s. They just want to love you and be there for you. Not break the heart they once fixed.
It’s a stomach piece. I’m adding two pairs of scissors and a sown up heart. The scissors stand for your first love, who cut up your heart. The sown up part stands for your true love mending it back together..