He looked at me, with a tear sliding down his cheek. “I seem to have broken my heart.” Staying silent, I painted shadows on my face. In my mind, I saw pieces of my own heart resting on his shoulder. I wonder if I could brush them off, but I assumed I’d look weird trying. I had to glance away, my eyes are too easy to read now.
You trail off, as I tear apart. I wonder if I have somehow switched the sensation of heart break for heartbeat, because the former seems so much more comfortable than the latter.
Mah Butt Itches 
I love this!
(Here’s a little secret, when I was little, this was how I remembered my birthdate, which is the 11th…I have a twin brother, so in my mind it was 1 plus 1 = 11). 🙂
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🙂 That is flipping adorable, I love it!
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haha awww thanks giggle
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