When two hearts break, it’s a compound fracture with all the ugliness of a leg bone sticking out awkwardly from torn, bloodied flesh, a crippling injury that takes a lifetime to heal, if it ever really heals without leaving memory of an exquisitely harsh pain, a bruise of purple and black on the soul, and a reflex action against falling in love again.
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” a reflex action against falling in love again” – so true it hurts. You summed it up perfectly Will 🙂
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Thank you, Holls, for reading and commenting. It is an exquisite pain, and one with painful consequences.
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