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accidentaltourist says,

I should probably wish to take back the pieces of my heart I gave away...but I really don't.

Wench says,

I will preface this with the disclaimer that I'm Irish and I've got the temper to prove it, as well as the ability to make up an hour later and be wildly in love again. When we just started dating, I told my husband that if he ever wanted a cheap way to cheer me up, he could buy me a candle. One night, we were arguing about something, I don't even remember what. I locked him out of my apartment. He left for a while and came back and from my window, in the most genuinely sad and distraught voice he said he didn't know what to do, but he had gone out and bought me a candle with his last dollar. Finally, I flung the door open and when I did, the candle, which he had placed on the step, went flying and the glass shattered. I still get so sad when I think about that. I've made plenty of mistakes but being calloused and mean to the man I love was cruel and I wish I had never done it.