I'm here now. It took me a year but I think I've done it. I didn't bother telling my family about Eliana; I just dropped her from the pictures, destroyed all the images I had of her, dropped her name from my mind and heart. Painfully, I forced myself to acknowledge my broken heart on the floor and through pain staking hours, I pieced it back together, my finger bleeding from the cuts. When I stepped back, there were small holes from the too small fragments that I couldn't find.
Either way I'm glad she broke my heart. I'm not even bitter. For many months I've been racking my brain, running over every reason and there are too many to come to a conclusion. Eliana is the type of girl who you'll be thinking about 10, 20 years down the line. You'll be sitting with your beautiful wife and kids enjoying yourself when your mind maliciously trips back into a memory of her and your heart aches at the thought. You shake her head telling yourself it was for the best and that you're happy. You are happy but that what if will always be at the back of your mind burning a small hole.
It's slowly dawned on me that I spent a lot of time trying to fix her but I never realised that she was breaking me. While I was putting her pieces back together she was ripping mine but at the time I didn't realise. You can tell how dangerous a woman is by the way she looks at you. She looked at me with those blue cold crystalline eyes with broken pieces of intensity and I melted in my own manly fluids. I'm still melting even to this day.
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