You and I. We hurt each other. Lashings of pain that we carry upon our chests. Medals that show the depth of our suffering. I am sorry. For all the ones bearing my name pinned upon your chest. I do not wish to bear any more medals carved in your name on my chest. I have stripped myself of them. Melted them away and caste a new mould.Only one piece in the shape of your heart. I pin it upon my chest and carry it with pride, honour and love. - philoism