“A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.” (George Eliot) In my opinion, nothing is more precious or valuable than the contents of the heart, that elusive stuff that makes up our hopes and fears, dreams and nightmares, strengths and insecurities. Hearts are both the most delicate and crucial piece of the human anatomy...which explains why many of us go to such great lengths to protect it. Nothing is more painful than handing off that delicate organ only to watch someone we loved and trusted act reckless with our feelings. When its over, we stand broken and ask the hard questions: "Was it just a game?; Why is it easier for other people?; Will I recover?" Believe me, once that happens a couple of times, you slow down, back off, and eye others with fear.