The story is a very rough draft, typed on a phone in the wee hours of the morning. Sleep is an elusive beast some nights. And, some nights your heart aches. And, you don't know whether it's real pain or some phantom pain. Some pain that says, 'Listen asshole! I got used to being around constantly and some nights you need to hurt again to feel normal.'
I'm tired. I might be broken. And, some days I don't know what I'm doing anymore. But, at least it's reality.
July 7, 2010
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a time a boy loved a girl. The boy loved her so much he poured his heart and soul into loving her. The girl also loved the boy very much until one day she didn't.
On this day she woke up and told the boy that she was no longer in love with him. And, that day the boy's heart shattered into a billion pieces and was scattered by the wind to the four corners of the world.
To go on living the boy filled the empty space in his chest with hope. He hoped the girl would come back. He hoped the girl would fall in love with him again. He hoped...
Each night the boy would go to sleep filled with sadness for the girl did not come back. Some days he would see the girl. Some days he would talk to the girl. And, these days were extra painful because what the girl said and what the boy heard were two different stories.
One day the girl told the boy about her broken heart. About how her love did not love her back. That day was extra hard for the boy because the boy realized his girl was gone forever. What hope remained fled and the boy was left hollow.
Needing to fill that empty space the boy fashioned a heart from copper tubes and wire. He put the cold, inhuman thing in his chest and mourned the loss of his heart. When he was done mourning he took a jar and ventured out into the world to find his heart. Piece by piece he would fill the jar. And maybe someday he would have a whole heart to give to a girl.
On this day she woke up and told the boy that she was no longer in love with him. And, that day the boy's heart shattered into a billion pieces and was scattered by the wind to the four corners of the world.
To go on living the boy filled the empty space in his chest with hope. He hoped the girl would come back. He hoped the girl would fall in love with him again. He hoped...
Each night the boy would go to sleep filled with sadness for the girl did not come back. Some days he would see the girl. Some days he would talk to the girl. And, these days were extra painful because what the girl said and what the boy heard were two different stories.
One day the girl told the boy about her broken heart. About how her love did not love her back. That day was extra hard for the boy because the boy realized his girl was gone forever. What hope remained fled and the boy was left hollow.
Needing to fill that empty space the boy fashioned a heart from copper tubes and wire. He put the cold, inhuman thing in his chest and mourned the loss of his heart. When he was done mourning he took a jar and ventured out into the world to find his heart. Piece by piece he would fill the jar. And maybe someday he would have a whole heart to give to a girl.
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