My pencil fell from my hand. That
poem was completely true. but i felt
bad about writing it for some reason.
It's been 3 days since Morgan broke
my heart. I didn't want to be in this
pain anymore.
I felt like garbage. I felt
like I was taken advantage of. But
luckily I had my best friend by my
side. She always cheers me up when
Something bad happens. She is a
Perfect friend. Especially to me.
"She wasn't the one for you. Stop with
the hurting. You are bringing us all
down with you. Cheer up. You are
loved by many other people." Juliet
replied to my crying faces on the Kik
Messenger.
"I can't help it. I was in love. It just
hurt so much!" I shouted.
"You are twelve, and you have a lot of
life before you. Come on Carmen.
What is love? You are twelve. And
most of the time. You don't experience
love until at least sixteen." Juliet said.
She was right. I needed to move on.
Because I wasn't in love to start with.
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Perfect Match
Short StoryGetting your heart broken is not the end. You will find someone who will repair it. Like Carmen finds out in this heartwarming story.