I read my writings today and found them to contain the dripping emotions of a heart slowly leaking written by a girl who could do nothing except watching it all roll away from her drop by drop.
Today this girl decided to poke a small hole in someone else’s heart. He doesn’t realize it yet. He won’t until one day his breath is just a bit more shallow and he checks himself in the mirror. After a bit of searching to remember where he’d last seen his heart he’ll realize that it’s not as full as it once was. Maybe something will spark a memory and he’ll remember the red head who loved him so much she was willing to wait. What ever happened to her? Is she still where he left her?
No. She stuck one of her tiny fingers in the hole in her heart and set off to find a suitable patch. One that would last this time.
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