Hearts are funny t





hings. They can b





reak just like an arm or a l


eg, but they never fully g





row back. If a heart grows

back, it grows twisted and narly.




Some people are good at h
iding it, covering it with a mask of s





miles and deception. They

don’t know that there is no use in





hiding. I remember last year. My
heart was torn in every wich





way. The worst part is that it was

all my fault! I had done it to





myself and hurt others along the
way. I saw her again yester






day morning at the coffee shop.
We both pretended to







not see each other. She


was stunningly beauti







ful as usual. I coul

dn’t bring myself to say a w








ord. I knew she woul
dn’t care. I was the rain










on her sunshine. I
only wanted to see











her smile, but I w as putting it out.












I’m so sorry! S eeing her wa













s like salt in a wound,














a break in my















Heart.
.