Sometimes I wish I were the Tin Man!

Dear Mr. Tin Man,
So you want a heart? Well I'm afraid you have been misinformed about these little organs so I'd like to set you right. I feel it only my duty as no one else seems to want to tell you. I envy you your heartless condition, you have no idea what is like to feel like your chest is being torn into, and there are levels of pain that you've never had to endure and for that I envy you.
The first thing you aught to know about hearts is that they are fickle. One day you may absolutely adore someone, and the next you may want to strangle that same someone. It usually is based off of something that person may have said or done, but regardless of others, you have to make choices that go completely against your hearts desires. What role does the heart play in this process? It clings with all its might to the pain of having been wronged, while you try again and again to throw off that same pain. This will create a sort of tug-o-war game that can only end when you've finally made your heart give up after who knows how many efforts, or after your heart has won. If your heart should win I also pity you, because when the heart wins this tug-o-war game it wraps itself in a blanket called bitterness which makes it stronger, and the next battle will be that much harder for you to win.
The next thing you need to know about hearts is that it has a will of its own. One day I realized that I liked someone, maybe even loved someone, I knew that this was an inconvenient time for me to like anyone. And regardless of that the person who made my heart beat faster was the most inconvenient person I could possibly have liked. While I would give every effort to looking good on the outside hoping that the inside would eventually follow suit, this person was one who would give every effort to looking bad while still being good under that exterior. Not to mention that person was in love with someone else; the girl with the perfect everything. She was also the opposite of me in every way and I never blamed him for loving her. So I set out to reason with my heart "It's no good!" my heart shouted from behind a closed door, "I love him, and nothing you say will ever convince me otherwise!" I pounded on the door, "Please, Heart, don't do this to me, we'll only end up hurt, I know! You'll end up hurting the worst and every time you hurt, I hurt. So please, you have to give him up! Let him go! Even if he were the one, this is not the time!" But my heart is obstinate in every way. And it wouldn't even give me the time of day when I brought up the subject. It became a full fledged feud between me and my heart. You've no idea how many times I've wondered "Would it be better to just cut the thing out and throw it away?" This is a war I've yet to win, though I battle every day.
Another thing about hearts that you should know is that they won't say goodbye. It goes against every characteristic of the heart to say goodbye. In a lot of ways the heart is like bubble gum, it will stick to anyone and everyone that it wants to and you wont be able to get it out. When I say goodbye my heart says no. It clings to that person so tightly that when they leave it can only break because it doesn't stretch as far as they can go. If I were to imagine my heart durring those times I think it would look less like a heart and more like a dogs well worn chew toy.
There are a lot of other things that hearts do, including hurting, rebelling, breaking, going cold, going numb, and throwing themselves after every available gentleman (or in your case gentle woman.) But I would rather not get into these right now.
I feel I have given you enough to think about for one letter.
I do think I need to tell you one good thing about hearts though, so that you'll be able to make an unbiased choice. The heart, though we often fight and seldom agree on anything, and though it takes a life time to do, is a beautiful thing once given in submission. When a heart is truly given to a purpose greater than self there is no telling where you'll go together.
Another good thing about hearts is that they keep you alive. It's simple, but vital. I would be dead were it not for my heart.
So Mr. Tin Man, I conclude my letter to you. I've cautioned you to the best of my ability I feel. And you would do well to take all things into consideration. If you still decide that you want a heart, after knowing how much work it is to keep one, then I would not at all blame you, but I would encourage you to give your heart in submission. I have given mine to the creator of hearts, because I assumed He would know best how to handle a rebellious heart. I would recommend the same to you, give your heart to Him when you get it, and you'll be satisfied. You'll still have to fight it sometimes, as often as I've given my heart to Him it somehow ends up back in its place still. But I will spend my entire life if that is what it takes, giving my heart back to Him and hopefully one day it will be permanently His. He is the best guard of hearts, and the best trainer of hearts. He knows hearts far better than anyone else.
Yes, get a heart, for then you can truly live. But don't keep it or allow it to rule you, give it to the Creator of all Hearts, He knows what to do with it, He will teach you.
Signed,
Light