i give my heart away to the wrong people. people i think would only take care of it. not only do they not take care of it they break it and stomp on it and pure acid on it and watch it melt. i love to many, i trust to many. i will give my heart to anyone that gives me a chance. i like looking for love. i wish that love would just come to me and make everything better. when will that happen? --------- when hell freezes over and pigs fly. *A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.* -Honore de Balzac