"I heard you got your heart broken."
Yeah, I did.
"How does it feel?"
It hurts like a bitch.
"Love is a bitch."
But timing's bitchier.
"What?"
Timing ruins everything.
"What makes you say that?"
It's classic. She loves someone else.
"Oh."
For three years already.
"But they're not together?"
No. It's unrequited.
"You know the guy?"
No.
"That sucks."
Yes. It does.
"Are you going to be okay?"
I'll live.
"I'm sorry, man."
For what?
"Being heartbroken is ugly as hell."
Tell me about it.
"But she must have felt like this, too."
Huh?
"Her love's one-sided. She's probably hurting for a long time."
I never thought about it.
"That's because you only care about your own damn feelings."
Now that I'm thinking about it, she must have broken her heart over and over again.
"That she did. Whoever he is, he's a lucky bastard who's completely oblivious."
He sure is one lucky son of a bitch.
"The question is, is he worth it?"
He better be.
"Why?"
If he isn't, I got my heart broken for nothing.
― j. m.