Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn the unmailed letters and the lonely Decembers. The children ask, “Does it every go away?” They’re asking about heartache and you know better than to lie, so you answer truthfully and you say, “No, it doesn’t. It doesn’t go away.” One day you’re jumping into puddles and the next thing you know thirty years have passed and you’re telling your kids to walk around them. Everyone is taught to look both ways before crossing the street and to talk quietly in the library but nobody ever learns anything that matters – like how to keep breathing when your heart breaks in half.

Even though you broke my heart I still smile when I think of you.

Hello, sweetheart. Remember me? It’s me, the girl you tore to pieces, the one you broke like glass, the one that you told that you would never hurt. Remember me? Hello, dear. It’s your worst enemy.

I gave you my heart and what did you do? You took it in your hands and ripped it in two.

I had the feeling that those looks you gave me were real. What if I ripped your heart apart at the seams? Maybe then you’d know how I feel.

I never want to see you unhappy. I thought you’d want the same for me.

I saw you today and it was different. I mean, I see you everyday but today I could feel the distance. It’s like we’re strangers now. I know I should talk to you and tell you how I really feel but I can’t because I don’t want you to feel like it’s your fault that I’m the way I am now… even though it is.

I wish that I could make you understand that I’m not angry with you – a little bitter maybe and clearly heartbroken – but darling, I could never hate you.

I’d brace myself for the impact if I were you.

I’m a stronger person because of you, and although I would have never said it then, now I thank you for breaking my heart.

I’ve been hit where it hurts. Sure guys have balls but girls have hearts.

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