Breaking news! There's only one heart. You break it, you bought it. You don't "get over it." Maybe, if you're lucky, you patch it up and you get on with life. Buddy, if I had wisdom I would surely share it with you. I have figured out that you soldier on with that one goldarned heart, no matter how tattered she gets.
Some of us hurt more. Hurt more often. Don't miss a goddamned thing. We're the lucky ones. We don't leave any cards on the table.
Every single day I send these messages like a fool stranded on an island puts the notes in the bottle. If I'm lucky, she gets them. Knows they're for her. If she's lucky, she doesn't.
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