Hello everyone.

Fedora-Will here. I am a recent college graduate and a fan of reading.

The following is some thing I wrote that I felt like sharing.

What to do with a broken heart.

My heart broke a long time ago, through no fault but my own.

I made sure to pick up all the pieces and put them in a box for safe keeping.

I have tried to fix my heart many times, but no matter what I did I can’t seem to get it back to the way it was.

I know I have all the pieces.

I know where they all go.

They just don’t want to stay together, no matter what I use to put them together.

Not Glue. Not Sting. Not even duct tape seems to be able to fix it.

So I put the pieces back into the box and put it away for safe keeping.

As the days go on I realize that I’m happy again.

I haven’t felt this way in a long time.

I look forward to waking up in the morning and greeting the day.

I forget about my heart for a while and just decide to live a little.

I get out there and see the world.

I’m not really sure how long I am gone, but I know it was a while.

My old box is covered in dust and cobwebs.

I take it from its place and hold it fondly, thinking back to the past.

I open my box only to find that my heart is gone.

“Looking for something?”

I turn and see you there in my door.

“I can’t find my heart.”

You give me that little smile of yours that you use when you think I’m saying something stupid.

“You mean this?”

I look at you in shock as you pull out my heart, attached to a chain around your neck.

“When did you steal my heart?”

You shake your head at me like you do when you know I just said something stupid.

“I didn’t steal it. You have been giving me little pieces of it for a long time now and I’ve been putting them back together. It took a while, but I finally did it. So do you want it back now?”

This time it is my turn to shake my head.

“No. It has been yours for a while now. I just didn’t realize it.”

You smile at me with that smile that lights up my day.

You walk up to me and look into my eyes.

You kiss me and make me feel like we are the only two people in the world.

You hold me close and whisper in my ear.

“Good. I had grown rather fond of it.”

We laugh together as the sun sets over the horizon.