A realization.

Nobody wants me the way I am.

Six Months.

A girl once told a boy, that her favorite sound was the beat of his heart.
The boy smiled and said,
It's yours. If you want it.

The girl giggled and blushed, but looked him right in the eye.
And with a smile, she accepted.

And she offered him hers, the girl to the boy.
And so they exchanged.
And so it was done.


Months later, the boy traveled far.
The girl knew the time had come for their end.
She asked him to take his heart back,
but he would not.
He asked her to please,
keep it.
But she would not. Knew that it would be too hard
much too hard for him to be that far from his heart.
So he asked her to please,
please, just leave it somewhere for him to pick up.
Later.
When he was ready.
But she couldn't, couldn't leave it alone,
and didn't have the strength to let it go.
So she held onto it, confused and conflicted,
and the boy left the girl.

Details have been lost.

But somehow, the boy got his heart back. Took it from the girl.
And did it so swiftly,
she didn't know it was gone.
Until one day she felt the empty ache inside her.
Felt it slowly consuming her.

She struggled.
But she pressed on.
Hoping to fill it again.

And that was it.
The end of the boy and the girl.




It's funny, that that is the end of the story.
For what happened to the girl's heart?
Nobody ever wonders.
Nobody ever questions.
Nobody ever cares.

Except the girl.
Yes,
except for me.