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Broken
A #FastFictionFriday Story
You know how when glass breaks it shatters and the pieces go everywhere and no matter how diligent you are at cleaning it up, you will be finding shards for weeks? That has been my heart since you left. It shattered and I keep stepping on the broken pieces. It’s been months and still every once in a while a memory will pop up and send that cold shock of pain into my soul.
Am I being melodramatic? Probably. But it is like that. I will be going along, minding my own business, haven’t thought about you in days and then I find your stupid nail clipper and I start sobbing uncontrollably. And yes, I feel like an ass. It’s not as if you’ve died or anything. You just stopped loving me. No, that’s worse than you dying. If you’d died you wouldn’t have left voluntarily, but leaving because you no longer love me? That’s the worst kind of pain because you once did love me and now you don’t and I don’t understand how that happens. Did I do something? Did I change? Did you?
I still love you as much as I ever did, so I don’t think that I’ve changed. At least not in any important ways. I’m still the same…
