Her

Heartbreak

When the love of your life breaks up with your life breaks up with you, it's not really a shot to the heart. It's like a shot to your whole being. Mind, body, and soul. You literally are torn in half, as though they ripped her heart out themselves.

When she uttered those words.

"I think we should break up..."

I was a goner. The ring falling from my hand. I don't even think I cried in that moment as I watched the love of my life slip through my fingers. Watch my soul mate stand there looking at the ground, holding her left arm with her right. I couldn't catch my breath.

She was beautiful. Painfully beautiful. Her ginger hair was pulled up into a bun, showing off her pale skin. Such soft skin, that I remember tracing patterns on as I told her my secrets. As I poured my heart out to her. I looked at her pretty eyes. Such a vivid green, with a golden tinge to it. Her soul that shined so brightly throughout her entire body. Her kindness that radiated from her very eyes, along with love for the people who mattered the most to her. I though I was one of those people. I thought I was a person she loved. I thought I was a person she could see the rest of her life with. I guess you could call me a little girl with big dreams. Big dreams with her soul mate. A soul mate who she didn't even know if was hers.

I was a goner. I was weak. As I slipped away into my mind. Watching my soul walk away from me. 

She was gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

I called for her in my mind, begging her to come back to fix the break she had started in my heart. Begging her to say it was a prank, to turn around with her goofy smile I had so whole-heartedly fallen in love with. Waiting even as she opened the door and stopped for a second. A glimmer hope peaked out my eyes, wishing her to turn around, but she walked away. Holding her head up like the Queen she was. While I basically died within myself. I fell to the ground, holding myself close.

I couldn't stop the flood of tears that ran down my face as though it was a race. My heart wasn't broken, no it was shattered. Her making sure to walk over every piece. I laid there even when the tears dried up, even when my emotions ran away from me, and even when I finally understood what had just happened. Watching the sunset and the beautiful moon who had finally decided to grace me with her presence.

Laying there as the ashes of my old self-cast away. Flowing right out my body into the shining moon. I guessed this is why they call it heartbreak, I would have suggested something else. Heartbreak was too simple of a term for what I felt. My heart was literally obliterated while still in my chest.

All while she stood there.

Looking at me as though I was the bad guy.

As though she was the one who world had truly disappeared.

Thankfully it was me though because I would never wish this on her.

Never...