decision

Imagine a stuffed heart.

Imagine the pieces sewn all wrong. He was unintentionally holding the needle and thread, and he just happened to sew it this way, all the pieces unmatched, it's a heart with the fillings sticking out, badly sewn.

Unfortunately he has the picker as well. After years of bearing with an incomplete, terribly sewn heart, I've decided to force the maker to unpick the pieces, or just tear it to bits.

Give me back by pieces, just so I can have another chance at sewing the pieces together again.

See, if I don't get him to unpick it, it will never be in pieces for someone else to sew it up.

It'll probably hurt me alot, but I have to. I need to. I want to.