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I read the message over again i'n my mind. " I think we should break up" I looked away from the phone and watched my heart fall and shatter on my floor. Tears filed my eyes. My phone dings indicating a new msg. "I'm sorry" pops on to the screen. I hurriedly reply "me to" before letting the phone drop to the floor as well. Holding my knees and lying on the bed, I cry a little. Love is not a word I throw around a lot. It has meaning to me, or at least it did. I cry harder and think of all our conversations. Everything you said. After two hours my dad shouts down the hall that dinner is served. I sit up then and dry my face. I pick up the pieces of my heart and put it back together slowly. I cut my finger i'n the process. Now your just a simple cut. And my heart is i'n one piece. I Guess it wasn't love.
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 10:50:55-05:00
That's.... sweet and sad... I love it.. reminds me of someone.
ashlnew added this comment 2011-11-02 10:50:55-05:00
That's.... sweet and sad... I love it.. reminds me of someone.