To the girl who had a balloon heart,
Your mother picked out a lavender colored balloon, symbolizing life. She blew it up to the size of her hand, before handing it down to you. Throughout the years you’ve watched it grow in size with a big grin on your face. Your mother’s laughter lines deepened as you would tell jokes about your balloon.
You’re still holding your lavender colored balloon, years later, but now you’re sitting on a swing set in an empty playground. Your adventure senses are overwhelmed as a boy jumps onto the swing set next to you. His balloon is a bright blue color, and you look at it as if it was the best thing in your life.
Suddenly he’s asking for your balloon, you don’t know why, but you give it to him anyways. He starts to run and you chase after him, giggling like a little child, he doesn’t slow down though. Soon you start to get tired, running out of breath, and you call out to him to slow down. He keeps running.
By the time he comes back, your balloon has deflated but you don’t say anything about it. You start to reach out for his, to be even, but he yanks away. He smiles at you causing a smile to also appear on your face and you forget about the balloons. You forget that he is still holding your balloon. A year goes by; you’re waiting for him outside of class but you catch a glimpse of him touching someone else’s balloon. His hands are busy and he lets go of your balloon for a second. You watch in fear as he allows your balloon to travel upwards.
It pops.
You’re not sure how to feel, how are you supposed to feel when someone lets your own balloon burst into millions of pieces? He doesn’t seem to care when he looks down at the pieces on the ground. He’s too busy holding another balloon to care.
You quickly gather up the pieces.
Over the years you’ve managed to piece your balloon back together, but you are unable to blow it back up again. Your mother knows what to do,
She fills the balloon up with love, laughter, courage, dreams, and hopes. However, this isn’t enough but it’ll do.
You know your balloon will never be as it once was, but you’re trying to be okay with that. It’s all you can do, for now, but don’t you worry. Someone will see the beauty in your pieced up balloon, and they won’t let your balloon go like last time. I promise.
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A/N: Dedicated to @hepburnettes because I feel like this goes well with her story 'Breakup Formula' now that I think about it. Plus her stories are amazing and perfect. Well basically everything she writes is perfect.
