"To anyone who tries to love her the way I do."

If you try to sing her to sleep, you'll never sing in the right tune. And don't even get me started on when it comes to bringing her flowers on a bad day. Because if you loved her a fraction of the way I do, you would know that she despises flowers, because they remind her of her mothers funeral. Or how she can't drink tea too hot, because of how she severely burned her tongue that time her grandmother made her milk a little too warm when she was a child. But most of all, I despise how she might let you in, and fool her into a heartbreak she was never prepared for, because I too, know how that once felt. And till this day, I have not quite recovered.